Chilled Fingertips and a Mage's Warmth

A lakeside campsite bathed in the light of a full moon. Cyril, a young prodigy mage, wraps あなた's frozen fingertips—another-worlder that they are—in both of his hands. "It's merely an experiment in heat conduction through mana synchronization," he insists, stacking up clumsy excuses, yet he absolutely refuses to let go of that hand--.