Haunted Wood whistlin' past the graveyard

He was hurt by his discovery and certainly the type of person to turn tail and leave her behind - but she spoke, and as emotional as Titmouse felt, he couldn't just leave her here. The words were quiet and drifted over the snowscape. He frowned, unable to help himself as he felt an ember of anger situate itself within his heart. But she was slurring her words and he, having learned from only the best of healers during his down time, he could at least tell that this was a bad sign.

Titmouse wanted to leave her here. Let her fade away when the springtime came, melt like the shadow that she was. When she apologized he felt a sensation run down his spine much like he had when speaking with Vaati; he felt a sudden revulsion in the pit of his stomach, but he did not leave. Rather, he stepped closer and closer until he was right next to her, and then crunched down in the snow, letting his warm body mingle with her own. 

She was.. So very cold. He didn't ask why because it didn't seem to matter. Rather than speak, he stayed close and let his body heat soak in to the girl's fur. For now he'd do his best to ignore the scent of that fucking forest all over her, but it was difficult. All he wanted to do was ask her questions - but in an uncharacteristic act of mercy, maybe, he stayed silent.