Takuma walked back into his room, brushing snow from his hair. He struck a fire in the grate and collapsed in a chair, taking deep breaths. His body was shivering and he couldn't recall why. Slowly, he fell asleep. Crack! A log snapped, shaking the Noble from his sleep. His hazel eyes watched the fire dance carelessly around the wood.

"Why did you do that, Sara? Should I tell..." He drifted off again.