She cuddled in close, enjoying the warmth of him against her. Between him, the fire, and the plethora of blankets, she was as cozy as she could ever be against the chill in the air.

"Not in the way you may think." Nor in the way she assumed she would. "I moved through dreams to speak with my brother in the past and requested his aid. Instead of slaying our grandfather as requested... he managed to speak with him and offered an alternative: a timeline where he was simply... our grandfather, who we grew up with, who loved us. I met this altered version in my time, and while I did not initially believe it true; it seems to have worked."