I reached for the quilts, but Leonardo was quicker. He draped the thick blankets around my shoulders, and I sighed as the warmth seeped into my chilled skin. The biting wind still tugged at my reddened cheeks, but the layered blankets dulled its sting.
Leonardo unscrewed the thermos, and I could have cried with joy as the thick soup poured into the cap. My hands shook as he handed it to me, and I greedily drank the hot broth.
"Slow down, or you'll burn yourself," he said, shaking his head. His soft, dark hair shifted with the movement, and his lips—rosy from the cold—curved into a small frown. "I should’ve brought you food sooner."
"I wanted to sleep," I managed, savoring the thick warmth spreading through me as I gulped the soup, oblivious to its flavor. All that mattered was the comfo
