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He was quiet for a while, ear pressed against the cold snow and looking quite miserable. Yin merely sat by, expressionless and strangely patient. It was not the sort of silly thing she was used to, nor did she hope it would continue on well after this day, but she was surprisingly not angry. It seemed the company of having someone around, someone who appeared to need her help, opened something new in her, a kindness that was rarely, if ever, seen. She sighed and turned her head away from him, scenting the air and assessing what surrounded them with critical eyes.

The male's voice cut through the otherwise quiet to thank her and ask her an unexpected question, and for a moment Yin did not make an attempt at answering. "I don't know," she said honestly, still not looking at him as her green and blue gaze stared off over the snowy landscape. "Do you do this sort of thing a lot?" Maybe he was. She really had not known him long enough to determine for herself, but if he had fears of his own then maybe there was some grounds for them.