“Ptew!”
Stark perked his ears up, the tiny little sneeze from across the room all too audible to him. He glanced across the little cabin the two had found abandoned. In front of the fire, wrapped up in a blanket, and still shivering, Shirako was rubbing his nose. Within a moment, Stark we kneeling next to him with a rag. There wasn’t anything else to serve as a ...
