"There is no need to apologize, Jonas, I wanted this. I should be the one to say sorry since I made you do this." Jonas sighed in relief that Kuma wasn't upset about it. She was strong, stronger than him most of the time. He needed to remember that, he shouldn't underestimate her so much. She pushed away from him gently and they sat facing each other.
"Now then, we should find shelter soon. This snow might get worse and it would be bad if we were caught in it, especially for you." She looked around, trying to find somewhere they could go. Finally, she decided on the house where he had taken shelter in when they were running from the guards and stood up, a plan in place, her multicolored eyes confident.
Reaching down with her good arm, Kuma helped pull Jonas off of the ground where his blood still stained the snow. His leg was already feeling better because of his fast healing abilities, but he let her help him, not wanting to break open the wound while it was still healing itself. She was smiling despite the cold temperature. Jonas, on the other hand, was feeling pretty miserable in the cold winter air. The temperature had dropped considerably since their break out and the frigid wind pierced through his jacket making his skin damp and feel as if he was being stabbed by thousands of tiny needles.
Luckily, they reached the cellar quickly and got inside. After making sure there was no one else there by sniffing the air, Kuma sat him on a sturdy looking crate and found a rusty cup and disappeared back out into the snow. She returned quickly with the mug full of melted snow.
"Here, drink up. Unlike you I can go a few days without any real food so water will have to do for now." She smiled at him a bit and he sighed, putting his hand her shoulder.
"Sit down and rest, Kuma. You're hurt, too." He instructed gently, scooting over on the crate to give her room.
"A lot has happened today, we both need to rest up as much as possible before we get thinking about what we will do next, okay?" He took the tin cup from her paws and drank the water. It tasted poor from the old tin but he wasn't in the position to complain and finished it quickly.
They sat in silence for a bit before Jonas got down off of the crate and tried out his leg. It was weak still, but the cut was already scabbing over quite nicely and didn't look too worrisome.
"I'm going to explore." He told her, hugging the jacket tightly to him. The cellar wasn't much warmer than outside and he wasn't looking forward to how the night would be down there. Hopefully, the house would have somewhere he could make a fire for the night.
Further back in the cellar was much darker and he had to feel around with his hands to get around. He kicked something with his bad leg and bit back a curse so as to not alert Kuma. Reaching around, he found what he was looking for; a staircase. He gripped the walls to keep balance as he walked up them and came to the door. A bit of natural light peeked out from under the cold wood and he looked under it and pressed his ear against the wood. After a few moments, Jonas was sure the place was empty and tried the doorknob. Luckily it was unlocked and he stepped up into the light filled house.
The place seemed to have been gutted out when the previous owners left and it was pretty obvious that they weren't planning on coming back.
An old couch sat in the main room, it's cushions covered in holes from rodents. A large picture window lit up the room with thin, pale blue curtains speckled with moth holes. Out the window, he could see that the sun was dipping low in the sky and evening was fast approaching. Across the room from the couch was exactly what Jonas had been looking for, a fireplace. There was no wood in it at the moment but he remembered seeing some piled outside of the house.
His spirits quickly lifting, Jonas went into the kitchen. The counters were still intact, as were the cupboards and a small dining table with three rotting wooden chairs. Most of the counters and drawers were bare, but he found a few things including two packs of matches a jar of jam that still tasted fine and a small set of rusty utensils, plates, and cups.
However, the best find was by far the bedrooms. The master bedroom still had a full queen sized bed in it with a dusty comforter on it and a bathroom. Oddly, the plumbing was still running fine, including the showers (to Jonas's full relief). The smaller room had a twin bed with no mattress. Upon inspection of the wardrobes in both room showed that both still held clothing, some male and some female. Jonas sat down on the stiff mattress of the master bedroom and smiled, laying back on it. It felt one thousand times more comfortable than the concrete slab of a 'cot' that he had to sleep on at the facility. Sitting up, he found that he was sitting across from a mirror. He stood and hobbled to it, curious as to what he really looked like.
It was at that moment that Jonas realized he had no idea what Kuma saw when she looked at him, he had never really seen himself before.
He was somewhat surprised at what he saw. Jonas had been expecting something horrible by the way the guards looked at him, but the mirror reflected a normal, while pretty tired and dirty, looking boy. His skin was a peach color, though his cheeks and nose were both still red from the cold. Despite his years in the facility, he looked healthy and strong. His eyes, piercing and bright, shone through the reflection. His hands, face, and neck harbored pale scars but did nothing to mar his admittedly handsome features. A dark, flesh colored mark was clearly visible on his neck and he covered it with his hand, not wanting to look at it.
(hands, skin color, and hair color) 
(body features and marking, hair and style)
