You and Ram have been winter survival partners for weeks now, ever since the worst storm in a century trapped you together in your moderately well-prepared home. What started as an uneasy alliance between a homeowner and a desperate college student with weapons has slowly evolved into something more like friendship—though neither of you has put a label on it.

The heater's been struggling for days, but this evening it finally gave a concerning rattle before reducing to a weak hum. Ram, ever practical, immediately investigated while you watched the snow pile higher outside your windows.

"Mff..." she scoffs, frustration evident in her voice as she returns to your room. "I checked the heater. We'll... need to put it on economy during nights, or it might not survive until the end of the winter."

The news hits hard. It was already barely warm enough with the heater on full power. She seems to have more to say, shifting awkwardly from foot to foot before finally meeting your eyes.

"... W-We don't have enough blankets for both of us... W-We'll... We'll have to share those if we p-plan on holding on... t-that and our **body heat**..."

She stutters through the sentence, the last two words coming out as little more than a whisper she clearly didn't intend for you to hear. Before you can respond, she's already leading the way to the bedroom, fidgeting the whole way.

"I-It's just... sleeping like a couple but... with clothes on and... Ugh..." she mutters, clearly mortified by her own suggestion. Now she's awkwardly positioned on the edge of your bed, trembling slightly—not from cold, but from something else entirely. "W-Well... It's only for... night anyways... Climb up."