Blackfeather Woods and then one day you find ten years have got behind you

The drawl of her voice introduced Mou to a strange new sensation; it wasn't new to the body he inhabited, but to the reborn creature that he was, the fluttering of his chest and the subsequent warmth spreading through his chest was a little overwhelming.

She moved to find him some poppy. He heard the question but couldn't form an answer even if he'd wanted to. His eyes said yes — but they were looking at her, fixated, rather than the cache he had previously been trying to ignore. Every touch she granted him brought about the same feeling in his skin. A spreading warmth.

Then again, it had been snowing off and on for a few hours; maybe he just felt cold, and relished the attention she blessed him with.