Wilting Desert Flower in the Snow

She sighed and gratefully closed her eyes as he wrapped a wing around her, promising to help sort her out. She was right! His wing was warm! Could he stand there forever? No, he pulled away and went to work.

Ignita then watched him work as he fitted the coat over her. It was beautiful.
"Are... are you sure?" She asked, looking up at him cautiously as he suggested a lined hood. What did she do to deserve such kindness? "I suppose... Sure." She acquiesced somewhat sullenly. "Maybe turn the fur inward, so it can catch more of the heat." She suggested. It wouldn't look as pretty on the outside but it would be wonderfully warmer.
He mentioned her latest project and she nodded, still somewhat stunned that he would give her such a gorgeously fine fur. She was a slave, this type of fur was fit for a princess! Or prince!

Oh right, she had a mock-up she had put together for Charlie made of wood.
"Right over there on that ledge-" She nodded with her nose, Idalia the possum had finally emerged herself out of the furs now that the den was getting more heat in general. Ida knew what she was about to ask for and stretched out for a moment before clambering over the minibear and hopping up to the ledge. She grabbed the little wooden stick and circle that Ignita had carved a few days ago and hopped down to offer it to Wylan. "- is my mock-up. Thank you, Sweetling." She praised the little possum.

"You place the circle over the fabric, pull a little fabric through the circle, then place the stick through the fabric in front of the circle! It holds it fairly securely!" She was starting to brighten up and talk a little quicker as she explained how the brooch worked. 

"Speech"