Snow in Skyloft was usually sudden, Two nights of walking around in knee deep snow and not getting enough sleep and Pipit had to admit he wasn't feeling up to par. By the third night he knew he was sick.
He was on the night shift and couldn't stop shaking. It didn't matter that he was wearing his heavy clothes and even had a quilt wrapped around his shoulders. He was shivering beyond help. At this point there was no reason for him to be on the patrol. What was he going to do? Sneeze an enemy to death?
But he did it anyway, regardless of the fever burning his face and chest. At some point it occurred to him that he was feeling dizzy. His head was spinning, and he felt sick to his stomach.
A few minutes later he was holding onto the railing on the side of Skyloft for dear life, emptying his stomach over the side of it. At that point he couldn't do it anymore. Not that night. He needed to go to bed. He took a seat in the snow, wrapped the blanket around himself, and waited out the dizzy spell.
The next thing he was aware of was warmth. His eyes were opening up and he was looking around the small room. Was this a dorm?
Not just any dorm. He realized quickly he was sleeping in his girlfriend's bed, snuggled up in her thick comforter. He was aware that his uniform, his yellow tunic was gone. His chainmail was too. He was left in just the white sweater and his cuffed pants. The boots had been removed too.
He peaked outside the window to see the sun sinking into the ground. It was sunset. Had he slept a whole day? If his bladder was any indication then he must have. He stood from the bed feeling fairly refreshed, to be met with a note on the door when he made to leave for the restroom.
Freckles
Don't ever let me catch you half dead in the snow again.
P.S. I'm taking your patrol tonight.
Idiot.
Yes. He was in love with that woman.