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In Evien's mind, Fields was all autumn. Fields of golden rye and a wide expanse of clear blue sky above, the cool breeze stinging your nose as you breathed in. Chestnuts and bonfires and apple cider as it cooled off in your hands. Crisp and chilly with spots of warmth if you searched hard enough - death turning into rebirth.

"Rain is good - it makes things grow. I get cold easy, though," he admitted with a sheepish chuckle. If he had no other option, he really didn't mind spending time in the rain, but now? It was too cold and Evien's fur was not dense enough for it. It was a wonder he hadn't frozen to death.

Fields leaned into his touch and Evien's gaze softened. Attachment was not something he thought he would struggle with, but here he was, chest warm and fluttering with something akin to hydrogen peroxide bubbling on a wound. 

He was going to say something, the doctor thought, but changed his mind last minute. The vanishing of whatever was hanging in the air at the end of his sentence felt like a loss, but Evien smiled anyway. "Just try not to get yourself beaten up too much," he offered, thumb lingering on his cheek for just a moment more before he drew away. A few moments of pause before he continued, slightly more hesitant. "Fields?" he questioned, tilting his head to the side. "Is... is Fields your real name? You don't have to tell me what your name is if it isn't. I just want to know."