I had just finished up in the bathroom and was about to head back to my comfy bed when I heard groaning coming from the guest room. I was able to tell it was Searing, but if there were any words, I couldn't make them out.

When I started hearing furniture scraping against the floor, I knocked with a bit of force. "Searing? Is everything okay?" No coherent answer came, so I kept listening. When I heard the window break, I did not hesitate to open the door and charge in.

The room was in a state of chaos. Furniture was out of place, a multitude of small objects were floating, and Searing was tossing and turning, rapidly switching between human and unicorn. "Searing!" I went through the field of floating objects and pulled her into a hug. For a bit, Searing tried to fight me, hoof and fist hitting me, but I endured. After I squeezed her a bit harder, just enough to feel a pop in her spine, she gasped and stopped struggling, settling into her unicorn form and gasping for air as things fell and hit the ground. I could feel the sweat matting her fur and the draft from the broken window, but I didn't care. "Is everything alright?"

"Yang. . . I. . ." Sobs started breaking up her words. "There was. . . And then. . . It was scary."

"Hey, I'm here." I started stroking her mane. "I'm here." We sat down on the bed and I made sure to keep an arm on her. "What happened? Bad dream? Bad memory?"

"Dream." Searing leaned on me as she collected herself. "You were in it, and. . . And there was this guy. He had a sword and horns."

I had a bad feeling about what the dream was, but made no presumptions. "What happened?"

"Well. . . He broke my aura and was standing over me. Then. . . He stabbed me." A forehoof went over one side of her abdomen. "You showed up, ran at him, and then he. . ." She looked just past me. "He cut your arm off."

I pulled her back into a full hug. "Well, he's not here. I am, and I have both arms." I spared a sideways glance to the broken window and the gently falling snow outside. "Hey, since the window's broken-"

"What?" Searing looked at the window. "I'm so sorry about that! I'll get it fixed as soon as I can!"

"Hey, no worries. I'm not worried about the window, I'm worried about you. Hey, I'll let you sleep with me if you want."

She looked away at the suggestion. "Um. . . Well, I guess I wouldn't be opposed to it, but. . ."

"It's fine," I assured her. "You're scared, the room's going to be cold, and being with me solves both of those problems."

"I guess. Do you. . . Do you have any extra bodysuits like that? I don't have any really warm nightclothes."

"You can stay unicorn if you want."

"Yeah, but. . . I don't know, it doesn't feel right like that," she sheepishly admitted. "Besides, it looks pretty comfortable."

"It is. I'll get another one of these for you." I let her go and went back to my room. Along the way, I focused some fire magic into my hands. They had been exposed to the cold more than my face, and they were hurting. "If I can't get that window fixed, I'm closing off the room til spring." I found a bodysuit and some warm socks, bundled them together, and went out into the hall.

Searing was waiting by the bathroom. "Thanks," she said as she levitated the garments to herself, then went in to change. A couple minutes later, she came out dressed for warmth. "It fits pretty good," she noted as she fidgeted with it for a bit. "Not too tight either."

"Rarity is pretty good," I said. "Come on. We have a Sunday full of nothing to do coming up and we need to be well rested for it."

"Whatever you say." She followed me into my room and we got in bed. "Hey, Yang?"

"Yes, Searing?"

"Is cuddling okay?"

"It is permitted, sanctioned, allowed, cleared, and, in case I'm not being clear enough, fully authorized."

I felt her body come into contact with mine. "Thanks." Soon, we fell asleep, and Searing being there honestly felt pretty good.

I cracked an eye open in the morning and saw Searing's face mere inches from mine. "Okay, not a total surprise. Not unpleasant, either." After taking a moment to calmly collect myself, I took stock of the situation. Searing was holding me, and I was holding her, our arms wrapped around each other. Our legs were tangled together as well. "I like this."

Author's Notes:

Short and sweet. Nothing much to say here.