Hushed Willows something to confide in, something to erase

The snow the ash the world spun and disintegrated above him.

Something physically slammed in to the earth and burrowed against his side, tucking a bony figure in to him, rousing Hypnos from whatever stupor had claimed him. He breathed a frigid breath inward, eyes rolling in their sockets as he turned his head and looked; he saw this skinny earth-built thing, this twig-legged mud sculpture, and did not recognize it.

You're early. The snow salted them both. Spring isn't for a while... If it comes again at all.