Merry was dragging Ramuja around since the moment Young Lord Aster was stepping down after his opening speech. Ramuja was going to follow his master as always, but somehow, Merry dragged him around like a ragdoll until he was overwhelmed, because Merry's grip felt so strong.
They stopped in the west garden and sat on a bench side to side, Merry was still holding Ramuja's hand and looked up to the sky. The cold wind didn't bother her at all, since she had been raised in a place with very harsh condition, but Ramuja shivered slightly.
"Are you cold?" Merry asked, "Give me your right hand."
Ramuja gave his right hand reluctantly and Merry rubbed their hands together until there was warmth in their palm. Then, Merry put her warm palm to Ramuja's cheek.
"Better?" Merry smiled. Ramuja nodded silently. There was an awkward silence between them before Ramuja asked about her intention, "Merry, why are we here?"
