Yes.

You see the walls built behind her eyes begin to crumble at your words. She ignores your outstretched hand and looks away from you, curling into a ball and shivering.

You can hardly blame her. The sun was setting, and the infamous Sysrathum chill was swiftly deepening. Your cage has four solid walls and a roof to keep the wind at bay, but there was no fire to warm you.

"What is your name?" you ask softly.

She shudders and says nothing.

"Answer me." You command, your voice richer and deeper than you expected it to be.

She cringes slightly, before returning her gaze to yours and quietly speaking.

"Cora."

"Cora." You begin, your tone softening. "My name is Crom. I have a blanket here, but we are going to have to share it."

She glares at you, suspiciously.

You pick up the heavy woolen blanket from the floor behind you and show it to her. When she does not approach, you shrug and wrap yourself in the thick wool, settling down on the floor and closing your eyes.

Some time later, you hear quiet footsteps approaching. You feel her slim, shivering body press up against your left shoulder. Smiling to yourself, you turn and wrap your arms around her, pulling her tight against your chest. She struggles for a moment, but then she relaxes and leans into you, pulling herself deeper into the sanctuary of your arms.

The two of you remain that way until the morning.