Excuse him while he flails over his son - I mean, his charge [You may be independent, but Ashura cares for you, Yuta, and upon seeing you fall and go unconscious, he is up and running, grabbing a spare scarf and tossing it over his shoulder as he hurried through the cold and snow till he found the tiny body of his charge.]
Yuta? Yuta are you awake?
[He kneels beside him, gathering the boy into his arms and instantly sending his power to his fingers, touching his cheek to try and seep warmth and life into him.]