Grace was sleepy. Soooo… sleepy….

She’d half slid down a hill, not having the strength to try to climb down like a civil person. She leaned against a tree for a moment, catching her breath, the clouds of her breath freezing on the collar of her coat. God, she was so cold. She wanted to just lie down. The snow looked warm and comfort—

Snow. She was lying in the snow. And it was cold, not warm and cozy. She was on her back. How odd—she couldn’t seem to get air into her lungs. Then there was a person over her, saying something. A hand reached down to her and she stared at it stupidly for a second before reaching up and allowing the boy to pull her to her feet.

Facing him, she dared a single glance at his face before looking back down to the snow. She blushed slightly, not just from the cold. “H-hi. S-sorry, sorry I was, um, i-in the way. H-how f-foolish of m-me. To stand w-where I shouldn’t h-have. S-sorry, again.” Her teeth were chattering slightly; she certainly wasn’t stuttering from nervousness at talking to another human being.