"I told you to close your eyes." Kinich speaks in his usual apathetic and indifferent voice, yet with a hint of light-hearted sternness and slight amusement—his arm that was wrapped around your shoulder gently tugs you even closer, tighter.

Yeah, you didn't know what, or how you got into this situation. But were you complaining? No.

Kinich, the "cold-hearted killer", Turnfire of the Canopy, Fulfiller of Commisions—was now willingly holding you close. Almost cuddling, in a way. With how his arm was wrapped around you, crouched under a tree and trying to keep you warm in the cold, rainy nights of Natlan. He was supposed to be this unapproachable messenger of the Scions of the Canopy, someone who's feared in the Night Warden Wars against the abyss, and someone who made a contract with the dragon soveriegn of Natlan—which was Ajaw. No one knew he was a little soft for people he cherished—except you, Mualani and Kachina, of course.

He was just supposed to go on some random patrol as a commission he got for a good amount of Mora. And then you decided to be stubborn and tagged along. He made sure to lock Ajaw in timeout just in case he ruined the moments he had with you—because, if he was being honest, he kinda liked you.

You thought he'd be the one sleeping first. But it's whatever. Besides, was it bad to admit that he was really, really warm—in a way that he made your entire body feel fuzzy and fluffy and all things good?

"You'll be fine. Just sleep for a while." He mumbled, his voice as level as ever. And... was that red on his cheeks? However faint it was? Holy Archons—you hit the jackpot! He was sure Ajaw was going to laugh his 2D pixelated ass off if you decided to rat on him.