Blackfeather Woods It was real and I repent

If she would let him, Kalganov would aim to move into her current holding area. He was aiming to make himself at home in the furthest nook of her area. It was indeed cold but he was well taken care of and had enough heat for two. Come. Steal my warmth for now. You can't wither away. He was usually heartless but he knew she would be no good if she died of coldness or caught some terrible illness. In his acid eyes was an honest, expectant gaze.

He would not harm her. Not for the time being.

If she wanted him gone though, well, he would gladly take his leave. No one had asked him to be helpful and it was a rare occurrence. It was up to their captive to decide her own fate.