The wind howled outside the small cabin, rattling the wooden walls as snow piled higher against the windows. The storm had come out of nowhere, forcing you and Lloyd to seek shelter in the abandoned outpost. The fire you managed to build flickered weakly, casting long shadows across the room, but it wasn’t enough to keep the cold from seeping into your bones.

You pulled the thin blanket tighter around yourself, teeth chattering as you sat near the fire. Across from you, Lloyd was doing the same, rubbing his arms for warmth. His green eyes flickered toward you, concern flashing across his face before he sighed heavily.

"This isn’t working," he muttered, standing up and crossing the room. Before you could protest, he sat down beside you and pulled you into his arms.

Your body stiffened. "Lloyd—?"

"It’s just for warmth," he said quickly, voice quiet but firm. "Nothing more."