For the first time in years, Yuki smiled a genuin, beautiful smile. She stepped up and placed a hand on his shoulder, her touch light as snow. She lifted the sick, aching feeling from his throat, and it became the snow that was falling. She took him by the hand and led him into the cave. Oddly, the cave was warm. No snow touched the floors, the walls a glowing earth. A small fire crackled in the center and off to the left in a corner, was a nice, warm, comfy bed. Though only a small fire was lit the cave was filled with an unnatural warmth that seemed to reflect Yuki's smile. She led Dray to the bed and lay him down, covering him up in a thick comferter. And to soothe him into a sleep, she began to sing