Razi was having a hard time lighting a fire as the wood nearby had been drenched. Frigga had to change out of her soggy dress, and Razi would change once the fire was going because she wasn’t going to let her wife go cold. Their travel today had been the worst so far because, while the rain was bad, the wind made it worse and the cold made it miserable. Razi felt awful because Frigga had mentioned it would likely rain, but no, they just had to get to Elderburgh ASAP. She should have listened to Frigga. What if she got sick? Oh, no, what if Frigga got sick and then got an infection of some kind? The doctors back in Bluehaven mentioned she’d be more prone to catching cold, and she’d already been predisposed because of her sleeping issues.

   Razi struck the flint. It sparked. If the wood hadn’t been wet it would have lit. It didn’t. She growled in frustration when she suddenly felt a hand softly rest on her shoulder.

   “What’s wrong?” asked Frigga, and Razi looked up to find her wife in fresh underskirts, her bosom poking through an unlaced corset. Suddenly she felt warmer.

   “Won’t light, ’s too wet I think.”

   Frigga hummed before leaning down and putting her hand on the log. “I didn’t think there would be anything even this dry,” she murmured. The witch’s eyes narrowed with focus and her hand lit up with blue light briefly. The logs caught fire. “There,” she said as she used Razi as a support to stand.

   “I’da gotten it eventually,” Razi muttered as she pocketed her flint and started building up the fire pit to last for the night. “’S cheating t' use a witch.”

   Frigga smiled and pressed a kiss to her wife’s cheek. “Yes you would have, but you can ask me for help too you know.”

   After placing the last log on the pile, Razi stood, captured Frigga in her arms, and brought her in close. “I do ask for ‘elp, Missus, every night.”

   Frigga giggled. “Why don’t I help you get warm, then? You need to get out of these.” She plucked at Razi’s damp jacket playfully.

   Razi thought that being married for a full month would see Frigga’s flirting lose some of its thrill, but it didn’t. If anything, Razi was more entranced by Frigga than ever before and she was always just a few layers of fabric away from worshipping her wife’s body with her lips and tongue.

   “Thought y’said you were ‘ungry, Princess.”

   Frigga’s green eyes travelled from Razi’s face, down her neck, over her breasts, and then slowly back up as her hands smoothed over her shoulders and down to rest on her chest. “Starving.”

   “Got some sausage, if you wan’, or maybe some taters.” Frigga laughed and moved to back away, but Razi wasn’t having that. She caught the witch by her waist and pulled her back in. “Or I can whip it up after you ‘elp me warm up.”

   Razi followed Frigga as she led her to their little tent; it was barely big enough for one adult, never mind two, but all the better for snuggling and keeping warm. “That’s better,” she praised as Razi stripped off her jacket and hung it on the line Frigga had set up earlier to dry next to the dress her wife had been wearing. “And maybe I’ll even help you make dinner.”

   Razi kicked off her boots before she knelt and fell into the tent. “If you wan’, though I can think of a few things I’d rather your magic ‘ands do this evenin’ if you’d indulge me.” She handed Frigga her shirt and trousers once they were stripped off, and her wife hung these on the line beside the jacket before returning and entering the tent herself.

   “I’m sure you can,” she said as she began to tug Razi’s bandeau off. “My stars, you’re chilled!”

   Razi abruptly grabbed Frigga and pulled the woman on top of her. “Not for long!” Frigga squealed in delight, the sound Razi loved most in the world: her wife’s joy. She captured her lips, swallowing Frigga’s giggles, and kissed the witch until the cold was loved away.