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As Nash rushed out of his dorm, he ran into a particularly beleaguered-looking Inuk stumbling out of Mica's dorm room. After a terrible nightmare that morning, he had bolted to Micajah's room looking for comfort and now, after struggling to get some find some peace and sleep, he was trying to find his way back to the student dorms. Wynn's eyes were burning, a sign of his lack of sleep, and all he wanted to do was go back to his room and sleep. Now that it was light, he'd have an easier time sleeping. There was no dark to spawn nightmares, no dark shadows to see flashes of his past in. With the light, he'd finally get some rest.

As Wynn entered the hall and walked past the doors of the other student rooms, he gave lick to his lips. He hadn't had anything to drink in a while and he was parched. He wanted his hot cocoa and that was back at his dorm room way across campus. He didn't have any shoes on, just his bare feet, and before he left he had given back Mica's woolen socks. So, there he was, small and tired, his shoulders slumped and his peeling hands stuffed in his jacket pockets. He didn't expect or even see Nash rushed out of his door and into him.

Wynn felt the body of another student collide into him and then hold him up. He blinked wildly, trying to get his gaze into focus as he turned his head and stared up with his amber eyes into the face of a pleasant looking student with hair the color of carrots. He fought to get his legs underneath him and when he did, he weakly tried to straighten out his clothes. He realized then, in the presence of another student, that he must look terrible. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched as the other student leaned down to gather a pile of letters that he had dropped in the collision.

"Nn...I am okay," Wynn Darbinian muttered, letting his arm graze across his face as he wiped at his eyes, "Sorry...Sorry..." And then the Inuk heard an offering that seemed both too good to be true, and embarrassing at the same time. Help? Wynn had been asking for so much help lately, from Micajah and others. He was hesitant and dispassionate towards the idea of asking for more help on the premise that it would make him feel more weak, like a lame seal with only one arm.

However...It was still snowing outside and the ground must still be covered with ice...

"I do not need help," Wynn said weakly in his thick accent, trying to straighten his back and fix his hair. As he did that, his tired beleaguered eyes easily belied his weariness.

Wynn raised his head slightly, as if that would do anything to help his pride, as he eyed the student who so kindly offered his aid. He did this without even knowing Wynn, without even knowing the Inuk's name! As much as Wynn wanted to decline this stranger's offer and walk proudly over ice and snow to his dorm room, Wynn was almost positive that he didn't have the strength or will to argue past this student's determination. He could feel his feet numbing against the cold and he Only for today, Wynn told himself, would he allow himself to lean on any more shoulders. After this, Wynn would have to make himself stronger! He was Inuit.

But for now...Wynn nodded his head wearily and let his shoulders slump, "Student dorms," he said in a soft voice, wiping his peeling hands on his pin-striped pajamas. He lifted his voice again in his thick accent, "...You know me not. Why?"

Wynn thought about that statement for a moment. He would, he supposed. He would definitely do the same thing if they switched places and were in each other's boots. He gave a shrug of his slim shoulders, moving his hands to more securely button his jacket closed. He listened as the other spoke and he stored away Seibehn's name into his head, tiredly moving some bangs out of his face as he tried to get the last buttons. When he was done buttoning his jacket, the other was done with his introductions and Wynn took that moment to take a breath and tiredly recall his own name.

"Seibehn Nash", he repeated carefully, making sure that he got his tongue wrapped around the other's title, "I am called Wynn Darbinian."

"Nice to meet you too."

Wynn watched as the other student turned around and lowered himself down on crouched legs. Pursing his lips tiredly, Wynn glanced back over his shoulder where Mica's room lay a couple doors away. One thing after another...At this rate, Wynn wasn't going to get any stronger...He was just staying put where he was, leaning on others. He had learned to survive against the wilderness of the Alaskan frontier, he was strong when it came to that, but not here. He was weak.

Swallowing his pride, albeit with some difficulty, the small Inuk tiredly took the few barefooted steps forward to climb onto Nash's back. He tiredly laid his arms around the other student's shoulders before he mumbled a weary-sounding, "Thank you."

The dark-skinned boy tightened his grip around the other's neck as Nash lifted himself onto his feet and started out of the Magic Dorms. The cold greeted them with an enthusiastic burst of frigid air as they pushed their way through the doors and Wynn, despite his comfort with the freezing temperatures, gave a great shudder. He could feel the cold n** at his bare toes as they started across the frozen campus and the air went straight through his jacket and pin-striped pajamas. Perhaps it was good that Nash had offered to help him cross the icy concrete of the school's campus. He was sure that he would've had to thaw his legs in a tub of warm water when he got back to his dorm room if he had decided to refuse the other boy's good intentioned help.

Pressing his face to Nash's shoulder to escape the wind chill, the youth gave a reply to the other boy's questions, "I am Inuk. From Inuit in Alaska." He said and he turned the question back around at Nash, "You?"

There wasn't much else that he could say, but somehow, Wynn felt like he didn't say enough. He thought over what the other had said and when he realized that what was being given was a compliment, he blurted a hasty, "Thank you."

Wynn listened closely to Nash, making sure that his head was tilted enough to hear the other boy's words over his shoulder. As the other described his home, a city that would plant trees and celebrate the verdure lush of the land around them, Wynn struggled to imagine. While he dreamed of pines and evergreens, the Inuk was no less impressed by Nash's home town. In fact, Wynn was almost jealous. How must it have been to live in an area with so many trees! Tall trees, everywhere, fresh air that didn't hurt to inhale it into one's lungs...Wynn adored his own homeland, almost too much for it to be healthy, but there was a part of him that wanted to experience "Nebraska City" and love it as much as Nash apparently did.

"Must be pretty," Wynn said softly, his eyes still locked in imagining the other student's tree-filled home. He was jostled again and the slight movement made Wynn feel the bite of the cold again, ripping him away from his daydreaming to the cold reality.

Giving a shudder, the young Inuk tightened his grip around Nash's shoulders and listened to him question his own homeland. "My home?" he echoed. Well, how else could he describe his homeland other than, "Cold. Very cold. All the time. I lived alone. But the Bentleys helped me. My home had ice. No trees. Just ice and stone. We lived near ocean and hunted seals, caribou, whale. There were mountains, all white. Like bone. My village was small. But we were all Inuit. Just a few who weren't Inuit. And we had dogs. I miss the dogs. I miss the cold. And sky. Big sky."