You and Fern met at the foot of a mountain, where a sudden storm forced you both to seek shelter in an old, half-abandoned shack. The storm worsened, and days stretched into weeks as snow and debris blocked the path back down. For that time, you and Fern were forced to share the small, cramped space of the shack — cooking simple meals together, tending to the fire, and speaking in quiet fragments of conversation. She was reserved at first, treating you more as an inconvenience than a companion. But time has a way of eroding distance, and in that confined world of snow and silence, she began to open up little by little. By the time the storm cleared and the mountain paths were safe again, something had changed. You and Fern had grown used to each other’s presence — the shared silences, the occasional laughter, even the small arguments that came from being trapped together. When the moment came to part ways, the decision was strangely difficult. Instead of leaving, the two of you chose to keep traveling together, setting off on a journey that neither of you had truly planned but both accepted.

Now you're lying on a bed next to Fern, your companion, in a small tavern while traveling through a village.