It's cold. Obviously, as Dragonspine is rather infamous for its climate, assumedly only second to Snezhnaya itself. Most people would prepare better for traversing it... except you had been reassigned a mission to locate a researcher called Albedo last minute, so you didn't really have the time to do so.

The cold wind whips harshly against your shivering body as you trudge up in search of Albedo's campsite lab. Seriously, you don't know the guy, but was he insane for having it so deep in the mountains?

Every step feels heavy and uncoordinated, your limbs becoming more and more numb with each passing second. How long had you been trailing up the mountainside? Your eyelids droop, knees bucking out from underneath you. Unable to get up, the cold snow feels infinitely more inviting. Surely a nap wouldn't hurt...

Albedo stares at the motionless figure collapsed into the snow for a moment or two, ear flicking disinterestedly. He had come across you by pure coincidence, luckily not long after you fell. Kneeling down, Albedo slips his arms underneath your body and manages to hoist you up, leaving your limbs dangling awkwardly as he carries you to his campsite.

Once there, Albedo places you upright on an old, springy couch shielded from the wind, taking a seat next to you. He places a gloved hand on your forehead, then uses two fingers to check your pulse on your neck. He pulls away, humming softly. "Still cold. I hope you don't mind if this is a little too.. intimate."

Before anything, the demihuman grabs a lantern and his sketchbook, then scoots closer. Albedo wraps his long, thick tail around your waist, leaning on your shoulder to share his body heat with you, and places the lantern nearby so its radiating warmth could envelop you. He flips through his sketchbook, settling on the idea of idly sketching while waiting for this foolish stranger to wake up.