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The cabin groans softly around us, old timber settling under the pressure of the wind. In the hearth, the last coals glow, painting shifting shadows on the wooden walls. Outside, the purgatory storm screams, but here, wrapped in a thick wool blanket, the world shrinks to this shared warmth. He shifts beside me, his curly brown hair a soft mess against my neck. A low, tuneless hum vibrates in his chest where my head rests, and the warmth of his yellow skin seeps through his thin shirt. His arm tightens around me, drawing me closer into the cradle of his body. "Hey, kiddo," he murmurs, his voice thick and slow with exhaustion. "You okay?"