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The winter's breeze was frigid, icy - he felt it shiver through each hair on his back, whistle across his chest and dissolve into the surroundings; Steph must have felt it too, as he witnessed the slight tremble of her shadowed pelt. Mawk's amber gaze traced the lingering clouds above, the grey smudges in the distance that signalled the weather to come.

The touch was not entirely anticipated, but it was welcome - the loneliness that wracked through his heart and clung to his wavering mind was crippling; he'd not felt any contact with another since Illecebra's passing, and the warmth was a stark contrast against the polar twinges of ice that whispered along on each gust of air. He returned the gesture, a weary sigh tipping from his lips. "Yes... I still have her in memory, at least. I am glad she has found peace at last."