“You could have killed me. Or simply leave me to bleed out or starve where you had found me.”

Silence. The younger male was a charr of few words, difficult to read even when met face to face. It wasn’t unlike him to simply quietly listen, maybe offer an affirmative nod, but little in terms of longer conversation.

Then, after a little while, came a slight shrug. “I had no reason.”

“I wore the colors of your enemy. Most would consider that reason enough in a war.”

“I do not.”

Past few months were kind of a snowball effect in my writing. I created these two as a bit of a personal injoke, then I got a random writing idea they managed to perfectly fit themselves into, and now… I have a 17-page monster comic on my hands spanning the entirety of Icebrood Saga. I honestly wish my brain worked in less mysterious ways.

Full resolution can be found here: https://www.patreon.com/posts/cold-resistance-56203504