Warmth

Yuuna draped Misuzu in layers of fabric—her own clothing. The warmth of her garments, still carrying the faint lingering heat of her body, enveloped the trembling girl.

"Yuuna-sama, if you do that, you'll be the one to freeze," A woman in made clothing murmured, her voice barely audible over the howling wind.

"It's fine," Yuuna replied softly, her breath visible in the cold night air. "I can endure a little cold."

She continued to wrap Misuzu in her clothes, shielding her frail body from the biting frost. The snowfall around them was relentless, each flake a silent executioner waiting to drain the last remnants of warmth from Misuzu's already numb limbs.

"The Yuki Clan…" Yuuna muttered. "They truly have no regard for those they deem unworthy. I was aware of that, but to exile their own daughter… to abandon her in the middle of a snowstorm like this—"