Merry Christmas!
Floodlights blaze through the falling snow, casting three shadows across the pure white landscape.
Anakin reaches for Ahsoka, Obi-Wan reaches for Anakin; together they move stiffly up the ramp.
Soft heated air hits their faces, but even after the hatch closes behind them, the cold lingers.
Kix pushes them down into the seats, fussing over their cold gear, murmuring to them and to himself. They shiver as he removes their coats, but then there's a heavy blanket, and shivers stop, and eyes flutter shut.
Ahsoka moves closer to Anakin, Anakin moves closer to Obi-Wan; the cold begins to fade away.
