[Helix's approach is signaled by the steady, soft crunch of snow under his boots. He's bundled up well in layers with a beanie, hood pulled up over his head and a scarf, a jacket over the hoody, hands shoved in his pockets and most likely two pair of pants. His thin frame didn't do well in the cold, his species simply wasn't made for this sort of weather. But he needed to get out and get some fresh air, he'd been cooped up inside for days.
He wasn't sure why he ended up at the guardian tree, but he didn't care. He knew he could relax here under it's branches. He wasn't expecting to find someone else there though. He paused briefly and shifted towards it's roots, taking a seat on one and leaning back against the thick trunk.
He pulled out a pack of cigarettes, wearing fingerless gloves on his blue hands and pulled the scarf away from his face. He carefully plucked one out and set it between his lips before swapping the pack out for a lighter. He lit up and inhaled softly, tilting his head back to just relax and smoke.]