[Nyx quirks a grin, his mind quickly recalling one of the few memories he has. This girl didn't look at all like Crowe, but Crowe had been a scrappy little thing when they met. All street wild and teeth. In comparison Lydia just looked lost.

He could sympathize.

Tugging the coat closed around her, Nyx clasps it one-handed. The chill was already sinking through his t-shirt, but he ignores it. He's doing a damn sight better than she is right now.]

Don't see anything here to be scared of. After all, if you're crazy then I can't be too far behind.

[He gestures with his sling, having come from the hospital himself. He frowns at her bare feet.]

Come on, let's get you out of the snow.