Kerosene Love

The horned wolf watched Fairytale quietly, admiring how she moved about the room whilst determined to make them comfortable - even if she was exhausted. His cyan eyes followed her pale form as she worked, shaking the dusty towels and braving the sneezes the air seemed eager to provoke. He chuckled softly, his voice warm despite the chill in the room.

"You are right. Blankets and pillows would be safer than testing this old fireplace," he admitted, glancing toward the hearth. The thought of smoke backdrafting into the room was enough to quell his initial eagerness to use it. "Let's see what we can scavenge, then. If anyone can make this place feel like a home, it's you."

He moved to her side, his large frame brushing gently against hers affectionately. "Stay close, love. I don't want us getting separated in this maze of rooms." Oath pressed a quick kiss to her ear before stepping toward a partially collapsed dresser in the corner of the room.

Pulling open a creaky drawer, he found a worn but intact quilt folded at the bottom. Dusty, yes, but it would serve. He held it up with a grin slowly spreading across his lips, his horns casting a faint red reflection over the find. "Not much, but it's a start."

His gaze softened as he noticed her shiver again, a hint of a cough escaping her lips. "We'll make this place comfortable, Fairy. And when we rest, I'll hold you close and keep the cold away. Let's search a little longer and then settle in for the night."