"I win, do I?" The halfling's eyes twinkle as she turns over and pulls your blanket over her, pressing her body to yours like a little bundle of pure warmth. "And what's my prize? Do I get to enjoy watching you walk funny to the  council meeting later?"<br/><br/>The halfling falls silent at her own mention of the meeting, but only for a moment. One hand reaches back to pull your arm around her waist, and you feel a soft cheek press against your other arm.<br/><br/>"You'd best not just up and disappear after you get paid, Elf..."<br/><br/>That simple sentence is all the halfling has left to say, it seems... though the silence that fills the air after the words leave her lips says volumes on its own.