Cecil woke in the night feeling incredibly hot. Which was an odd thing in winter. She kicked the blankets off of herself and relished in the cold night air. It was but a few seconds later that her toes were frozen again, so she sat up to cover them again, when Scorpion's hand slid off of her arm...
For a second she thought she had woken him up, but a few tense seconds later and he was still breathing deeply. Odd.
The realization hit her like bag of rocks. The burn on her arm, never freezing to death in the unforgiving landscape of winter: Scorpion must have been keeping her warm at night. In the darkness of the tent, in the cold air, Cecil began to weep.
How many times over did she owe this man her life? Her sanity? And now, it seemed, for things she wasn't even aware of. A warm rush of gratitude swelled inside of her when she remembered how he had embraced her earlier that night. Comforting her with mere words and trusting her enough to tell her his name. He carried her all the way back to the tent. The warmth of his body and strong grip lulling her into dreamless sleep. She could have walked, she realized. Yet she made no protest when he lifted her into his arms. Why? Looking down at him in the darkness her answer came without reservation. Because it felt good. It felt good to be protected and cared for by a strong, caring man. She wanted to shake him awake and thank him a million times over. But settled instead for laying down, facing him. From the faint light of the moon she could just make out the side of his face as he slept.
What did he look like under the mask? Was he covered in scars? From the small portion of his mask that allowed for skin to show, Cecil knew that Scorpion was Asian. The shape of his eyes told her as much. What color was his hair? Was he handsome? Ugly?
Feeling brave, Cecil whispered into the darkness "Scorpion" she didn't know if his eyes opened or not. The silence engulfed the tiny space they shared. "Im cold" she said.
More silence greeted her, humbling her in a wave of embarrassment. She suddenly felt very tiny and dumb for assuming he might warm her again. He probably didn't even hear her.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the blankets shuffling and a large, warm, hand landing on her shoulder. Warmth radiated through her whole body. From her arm to the very tips of her toes. How did he do that?
Cecil smiled in the darkness.
"Thank you" She whispered, and closed her eyes. He never answered her. He was caught.