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Send a ♚. Your character falls asleep on mine. What does mine do? 

         _{Living isolated in a castle of ice did not particularly offer much to do in the way of entertainment, though that never really bothered her. But sometimes Naminé wondered if that bothered her creator, who seemed to stare outside listlessly, yet somehow at the same time silently revel in the lack of anything to do. Never did she think to ask the woman who made her why they were up in a castle made of ice, if she had been somewhere else before—why she had been created.}

         _{Over time the thoughts occurred to her of course, but they never really stuck and simply slid away because they were inconsequential. Never would she leave her Lady’s side, because she did not want to. It was hard to say whether or not she was happy to be besides the woman’s side—because what were feelings, to a being made of ice?—but she supposed that it was something akin to that. An equivalent to the feeling of happiness that she could not define because she did not have the words to.}

         _{Sitting beside the regal woman, Naminé absently traced designs into the ice that she sat upon, finger digging designs absently into the floor. Or perhaps the ice melted away under her touch, which would be ironic considering that her body temperature was the same as far as her Lady told her. Perhaps it was some ability granted to her, being made of ice, but she did not think much of it and sat in silence, the light of the sun outside filtering through the roof and through the open door.}

         _{When her creator suddenly slumped over onto her shoulder the girl jumped a little bit, eyes going wide as she looked over at the woman, wondering if something was wrong, if something had happened, and something in her empty chest cavity constricted at the thought. But the pale blonde haired woman still appeared to be breathing and seemed to even be content, and Naminé stared dubiously for a few moments, before realizing that her Lady must have fallen asleep. Odd, for her to fall asleep on the slight shoulder of her creation…}

                                             _{Then again, she had said that cold did not bother her.}

         _{Unsure what to do for a few moments, she looked around helplessly, but there was not another being anywhere near them. Marshmallow was sitting outside nearby the base of the stairs, and it was difficult for him to enter the ice castle either way. After a few moments the blonde finally looked over at the woman and something inside of her softened—perhaps literally, her Lady was warmer than she was and might have been melting her shoulder—and she carefully wrapped an arm around the woman’s shoulders, holding her securely. It felt… nice, to hold her.}

         _{Absently a finger returned to tracing designs into the ice, and she wondered for a moment if she should get a blanket, but that would require moving and it was not as if Naminé had any abilities of her own. So a blanket would be unattainable at the moment, but she did not think that her Lady Elsa would mind, when she woke up again.}

                                                               _{”Sleep well… Elsa.”}