Cold
It was so, so cold.
David shivered as snow covered him, threatening to freeze the blood in his veins.
'Crunch' 'Crunch'
He could hear someone trudging through the snow nearby.
It suddenly stopped, before speeding up, getting louder and louder until he felt a warm hand rest on the side of his face.
"Hey! You still alive?" A feminine voice asked, concerned.
The young lord only shivered and tried to move closer to the warmth.
He opened his eyes slightly to see a blurred figure above him before everything faded into darkness.
Everything was a blur.
He could only remember bits and pieces of when he awoke, and they all melded together.
He remembered being carried to some cave, being laid close to a fire, cold air hitting his exposed skin only to be replaced with warmth, and the scent of lavender.
A pair of silvery blue eyes slowly opened, trying to adjust to the light as he looked around, groggy. He didn't know how long he had been slipping in and out of consciousness, but it almost felt like a dream now.
It was then that his eyes fell upon a young woman close by.
"You're finally awake!" She exclaimed, moving closer.
The blond haired male groaned and held his head, her loud voice triggering a headache.
"Sorry. Just a tad excited." She apologized, lowering her voice. "How are you feeling?"
"Horrible." He croaked before coughing.
God, his throat was so dry.
Once his coughing had subsided, he felt a bottle pressed against his lips.
"Here. This should quench your thirst. Drink it slowly." She offered.
He didn't know what it was, but it smelled like honey and was liquid, so he took a few sips.
It tasted good.
Really good
He drank some more, reaching out to grasp the bottle.
"Easy now, don't drink it quickly." She warned again when she saw him begin to chug it.
Soon, he was finished, and felt slightly…buzzed.
"What was that?" He asked.
"Black-Briar Mead." She answered, smiling.
Mead?
As in honeyed beer?
"Why did you give me mead?" asked the now buzzed man.
"Because it keeps you warm. Now," she offered him a bowl of what looked like hot stew. "Let's see if you can eat this, hmm? It's Horker Stew, if you were wondering."
Slowly, he sat up, and reached out to take the bowl with trembling hands.
"Careful." She warned, keeping her hands over his just in case he dropped it.
He took a spoonful of the thick broth and blew on it before sipping it.
His eyes widened and a smile crept over his face at the warm feeling of the stew going down.
He then ate another spoonful.
And another
And another
It wasn't long before he finished it off, now satisfied.
"Feeling better, now that you've eaten and had a drink?" She questioned, moving the now empty bowl to the side.
He nodded, sinking into the furs he was surrounded by.
"Thank you for helping me, Miss-"
"Gizi." She filled in, "and it's no problem. What's your name?"
"David Nassau." He answered before asking her an important question. "Where are we?"
She looked at him, confused.
"You don't know? We're in Skyrim, not too far from Solitude."
David's eyes widened.
Skyrim?
Solitude?
THAT does NOT sound good AT ALL.