“Clever elf, that,” Kire said, chuckling as she refilled her mug. She saw his empty one and refilled that one, too, in case he wanted it. “Ugh. Gods. That was embarrassing. Want more?” she asked, holding out the mug she had refilled before sipping her own again. “And it is quite pleasant here, except during a blizzard. Now that’s too cold for my liking. Snowfall like tonight, that I can bear.” She sat back down, idly touching her slightly damp hair. 

“Sometimes? Though there would be days I wouldn’t come back here, having to move between different battle fronts. Of late idle moments like this have been rare.” She swirled her mug as she looked at him, and at the bed, thoughtfully. “Besides, Elva’s the last person to judge what I do with my idle time. She’s found her own ways to keep her bed warm here. A lot more fun than going out to punch things in the cold,” she said, shrugging a shoulder as she looked in his direction, her eyes lingering on the empty spot beside him on the bed. “It’s not a bad idea,” she murmured, thinking aloud.