Sylus sighed, dusting snow from his hair and adjusting his thick lined coat. He looked down at you, tipping his head slightly.

“What’s wrong? You said you could walk on your own…but now you’re using the wall as a crutch?” He snickered, voice low before he leaned down. “Arm. Around my neck now.” He laid a quick peck against your temple, sweeping you off your feet with one arm. His strong arm cradled the underneath of your knees, and you held yourself tight against him. Snow fell gently, the breeze slow yet biting.

“How will you fight off wanderers in this condition?” Sylus questioned, a playful lilt to his voice. “Next time you feel like this, take a few days off…or at least take missions near the N109 Zone. That way I can help you.”

He carried you the rest of the way until he reached the car, which he sat you in and buckled you in. The drive lasted a bakers dozen of minutes, filled with your soft complaints and questions about dinner. “Mn…you’re fussy, kitten.” He grumbled, pulling into the driveway. He parked, turning off the car before he got out and went to the passenger side. Sylus carried you in, one arm cradling your back and the other beneath your knees. “What do you need from me, kitten?” Sylus husked, opening the front door.