The cold didn't matter to Ouyang. Even if it made him sick later, it was worth it to bring some peace to Runyu's heart. His heart was too full of love for Runyu to mind a little cold. Ho, he would not carelessly put himself in harm's way, but this was hardly harm. Runyu needed him and he wouldn't forgive himself if he let a cold bath deter him from being at his love's side.

Ah, but he nestled into the dragon's hair, stroking the silken strands in the same way he'd caressed those beloved scales. Everything reminded him of RUnyu's usual form: soft hair, hard scales, the coolness of his body, the scent of ice and snow on him. Yes, this was his Runyu, Runyu who he'd know anywhere in any form. Ouyang laid himself against Runyu and let out a quiet breath.

"If we are somehow separated, I will find you again. I swear it."