Prince of The Night Sky (8)

"How about we warm you up? You're still cold under the blanket," She chuckled, losing the suspicion and giving me room to be comfortable with where she stood, allowing me to shift out of bed and… 

"Damn, you're hella tall," I muttered, sweating as the young woman approached me, her height essentially being as tall as mine. Well, actually, my hair that kind of stood up gave me an inch so honestly she might just straight up be taller than me. 

"No, you're just short," She chuckled, quickly crouching down to light the fireplace with a snap of her fingers. 

From those slender white fingers of hers, a smark appeared. It wasn't much, but it still landed on the pile of wood coated with a layer of wood shavings. With this much fuel, the spark couldn't help but set alight, blowing across the entire fireplace and warming up the cabin an instant.