She was so cold... but he was warm, and soft... and she snuggled against him, utterly happy. Her hand remained at his cheek, her thumb stroking softly, and she simply gazed up at him with a delirious smile as he spoke. The capitol... something stirred in the back of her mind, trying to tell her something. Something about the capitol. She got the vaguest sense that she didn't want to go there, but couldn't figure out why. After a moment of trying, she decided it really wasn't worth worrying about, and brushed the thought aside. After all.. he was too soft and cuddly to let anything bad happen to her.<br/><br/>She heard a female voice speak from somewhere behind her, but her interest in the voice was minimal. She simply gazed up at the knight, watching him. He glared at whoever was there, and she giggled. His glare created a tiny crease between his brows, which struck  her as funny. Moving her hand, she tried to smoothe out the crease, but it simply snapped back into place. She giggled again.