How many times had she asked by now? 'Are you sure?'
Of course, the chill had hit her immediately, with her blood of the islands, and clothing to match. She wouldn't, and hadn't, uttered a single complaint, but Yuna's body betrayed her with shivers, and inevitably, shoulders slumped against her attempts to maintain poise. Strength. The blanket came as a welcome gift, one she profusely thanked him for.
Still, there was only so far that feelings of generosity would warm Seymour from within, and Yuna's own optimism did little to heat the air around them. It was an optimism that had lapsed into silence, a nervousness quietly ebbing its way onto her with every moment that passed, promising the disappearance of the sun. It had been in distraction, the time she spent with her eyes downward, studying the wool of the blanket around her, but when she looks up and meets his gaze, an effortless smile crosses her face. A smile of sympathy.
'Is it really okay?' No - she wouldn't ask again. Sometimes, actions just had to be taken. Standing from her chair, she lets the blanket fall from her shoulders, its weight heavy upon her arms. It's effortless, though, to take the two steps towards Seymour, to bring the blanket about, to carefully wrap it around his shoulders...
"There is no reason you can't use this too, even if you are stubborn." A little teasing from her, just a little to keep their spirits up, but Yuna's sincerity, and concern, is evident by her hands kept upon Seymour's shoulders.
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Of course, the chill had hit her immediately, with her blood of the islands, and clothing to match. She wouldn't, and hadn't, uttered a single complaint, but Yuna's body betrayed her with shivers, and inevitably, shoulders slumped against her attempts to maintain poise. Strength. The blanket came as a welcome gift, one she profusely thanked him for.
Still, there was only so far that feelings of generosity would warm Seymour from within, and Yuna's own optimism did little to heat the air around them. It was an optimism that had lapsed into silence, a nervousness quietly ebbing its way onto her with every moment that passed, promising the disappearance of the sun. It had been in distraction, the time she spent with her eyes downward, studying the wool of the blanket around her, but when she looks up and meets his gaze, an effortless smile crosses her face. A smile of sympathy.
'Is it really okay?' No - she wouldn't ask again. Sometimes, actions just had to be taken. Standing from her chair, she lets the blanket fall from her shoulders, its weight heavy upon her arms. It's effortless, though, to take the two steps towards Seymour, to bring the blanket about, to carefully wrap it around his shoulders...
"There is no reason you can't use this too, even if you are stubborn." A little teasing from her, just a little to keep their spirits up, but Yuna's sincerity, and concern, is evident by her hands kept upon Seymour's shoulders.