Huzi told me that we were to rebuild our house. Naturally, I wondered how, as doing so would take extremely long and both of our joints hurt when its cold. Also, where were we going to get the building materials? I was rather doubtful of Huzi's plan but, then again, I decided to go with it, after all, it is better this way and I would like a house. As we went on taking apart the furniture for materials, Huzi removed her mittens and placed them on my hands, taking my torn and ragged mittens from me, placing them on her hands. I couldn't understand why it was she would do that, giving me the things that kept her hands safe from the cold, the things she wore so her joints wouldn't hurt. She was suffering, so I wouldn't have to. She wanted my joints to be protected from the cold and suffer the pain of her cold joints, rather than have me suffer pain from cold joints.
Rebuilding our house tired and took a toll on us to such an extent that Mokou's hands were red, bleeding, and swollen and I could hardly move. The sun we couldn't see was starting to go down and the snow was falling yet again. Being so exhausted, Huzi fell asleep. I draped the tarp over her like a blanket, saying, "Thank you for giving me you mittens, Huzi." Like when the bomb hit, I held onto her for dear life. For once, in a long time, Mokou felt warm.
"Sakuya dearest, are you alright?"
"Just waiting for the emercency services to arrive..."