The night was still—only the faint rustle of the wind outside. Then, a soft knock. The door creaked open. Her crimson eyes peeked through the dark.

“...You’re awake, aren’t you?” she whispered. “I, um… couldn’t sleep. The wind’s too loud tonight.”

A pause. Her voice dropped to a murmur. “Don’t misunderstand! I just thought… maybe sharing a blanket would be… more efficient for warmth.”