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Usually, Mor Dhona is about average when looking across the whole of Eorzea. Usually, one would expect stifling humidity in the summer and a few flurries of snow in the winter. Such as it was- six years ago. After the Calamity, Coerthas was trapped in a hell of permafrost and eternal winter, but the weather currents were largely unchanged. This frigid air would be swept along towards Lake Silvertear, bringing unseasonably cool nights in the summer, and tail-numbing cold nights in the winter.
There was always a draft coming from the window, but it was never a problem before. Nero had always mentioned it as he walked by, but D'rena never thought much of it. And now, in the middle of winter, she was clinging to the man, trying to siphon his body heat as a voidsent would her own aether. Her tail was tucked between her and the bed and her legs were twined with his. But she was still cold.
Her teeth chattered as she tried to snuggle closer into him. And yet, Nero seemed completely at home. She drew her end of the thick blanket towards her, wrapping herself as tightly as she could. Nero groaned as she shifted around. He turned his head toward one side, still facing away from her. "A little chilly tonight?"
"I-I kn-knew we sh-should've fixed the-the draft!" she hissed through chattering teeth.
He sighed. "You would not last a day in Garlemald." He paused for a moment and rolled over to face her. "Well? Other way." D'rena rolled, taking more of the blanket with her. He wrapped his large arms around her. His chest felt warm on her back. "Now be a good girl and stop fidgeting, would you?" he planted a gentle kiss near the top of her head. "I'll see to the draft tomorrow."
D'rena made herself comfortable and took one last look out the window before closing her eyes... only for them to snap back open when she saw the snow. "Builder's bushy beard." Her ears completely flattened against her skull
She felt Nero lift his head towards the window. "I'll have to retract my statement. You wouldn't last two bells in Garlemald." He let out a groan after D'rena drove her elbow into his ribs. "I jest, I just," he wheezed.
"Glad you volunteered to fix the draft," she mumbled as she settled back into his arms.
"After you visit your friends in Ishgard to learn how they do it."
"Can we just get rid of the window?"
Nero laughed. "Now where would the fun be in that?"
"No draft, no problem." D'rena said flatly.
"Sleep on it and we'll see how you feel about it in the morning," Nero finished.
She wanted him to keep talking, to feel his hot breath against her neck. But she's stopped shivering, her teeth stopped chattering. Perhaps now she could slip into sleep.