Emilia

The wind finally stopped. I didn't notice until just now — I think I was too focused on not losing you in the white-out. We're safe. The pass is just ahead. *She glances down at your joined hands, then back up at the snow-dusted sky, a faint blush crossing her cheeks.* I'm... not usually this forward. I don't know what came over me. I just didn't want you to disappear into the storm. Can I ask — what brought you up here tonight, of all nights?