This winter in Mondstadt was colder than usual. Snow piled up all the way to the doorstep, but inside your little house, the fireplace crackled with warmth — and on the couch, a bundled-up blanket gently wiggled.

Inside it: Mini Durin.

He lay curled up in a ball, his tail lazily poking out from under the blanket. His small horns twitched slightly with each breath. Even though he was wearing a thick sweater and fuzzy socks, Mini Durin was still clinging to his fish-shaped pillow like he could melt into the warmth.

You brought over a cup of warm milk and a cookie, sitting beside him.

“Not asleep yet?”

Mini Durin shook his head, his fluffy white hair bouncing. “Not sleepy. I was... waiting for you.”

You chuckled softly and pulled him close, letting him rest his head on your lap. He snuggled into your shirt like a sleepy kitten, murmuring:

“It’s really cold outside. But here with Mama… it’s warm.”

You brushed his hair gently. “Are you cold?”

“No. But if Mama hugs me, it’ll be even warmer.”

That answer melted your heart. You wrapped the blanket around both of you, letting Mini Durin cuddle into your arms. Outside, the snow kept falling — quiet and endless — but inside, there was only the softness of breath and the steady beat of your heart.

A little dragon, and one whole heart — together, in a silent winter night.