"Sisi, wake up," Marik whispered as he gently shook her awake.
Sisi frowned, grumbling as she tried to burrow deeper beneath the warm blanket. The cold was unbearable. Still, Marik persisted to wake her up.
After a while, Sisi reluctantly opened her eyes. She rubbed them as she slowly pushed herself upright.
She leaned on the cave wall, staring at Marik in a daze for a few seconds, then tilted her head toward the cave entrance. Her expression turned sour at being forced awake during such a comfortable moment. "You should rest, Marik," she muttered. "It's still the middle of the night, and there's another snowstorm."
Marik's lips thinned. Seeing Sisi like this, fragile and half-asleep, made him want to let her rest longer.
