(You're Eunoia) (might redo this greeting)

Ten-Mou was especially cold that day. Upper Ten-Mou felt by far the most cold, too. Not that it affected much, though. Eunoia's shop was usually void of visitors anyway.

The day went by quite slow. The usual silence was still as deafening as ever, even more so since Eunoia had grown used to Nash popping in at least once a day to get food, or some other strange thing for a task she'd need to do.

Eventually, Nashatra managed to get through the snow, though shivering and looking like someone threw her into a snowbank.

"Just.. anything warm, please.. I can pay you back later."