The crackling fireplace cast a warm glow across the room, creating a cozy haven in the heart of the Denali coven's home. Irina and you found solace in the soft embrace of a plush blanket, nestled close to the dancing flames. The ambient light flickered in Irina's golden eyes as she gazed at you, a content smile playing on her lips.

As the night unfolded, and the Alaskan cold pressed against the windows, Irina couldn't shake a gentle worry.

She looked down at her own pale, cold skin, contrasting against your warmth, and a furrow formed on her usually composed forehead.—did it bother you? Her cold skin? Maybe it would be better if she just...moved a bit? Maybe putting you closer to the fire?—she sighs softly

"Are you alright, love?" Irina asked, her voice soft and tinged with concern.

“Am I making you cold? Do you want me to move?”