“You saved my sister,” The girl said, her accent heavy, as she forced the words out with what was almost desperation. She was shaking intensely, be it from the cold, numbing lake, or some cocktail of self-loathing and gratitude, he didn’t know. “I- I don’t know how I could ever repay you.”
The boy shrugs it off, and starts trying to convince her that it was alright - he’d done it not for debt or reward, but for the sake of a child’s life.
He would be cut off mid-sentence, as Fleur barrelled into his arms - encircling him with her own as well. She buried her head in his chest, as she mumbled an endless chain of gratitude and debt.
He held her close as well, for the boy knew the importance of a hug. The champion sobbed and sobbed and sobbed, thankful to the boy and the higher deity whose purview they were under. Her baby sister was safe.
Thus, a boy and a girl found comfort in each other’s arms on a cold February morning.