WINTER IS COMING

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The sun was setting.

And with it the temperature began to drop, though it was already so low they could see their own puffing breaths. Seymour had long since tucked his hands into his sleeves and attempted to huddle them over his exposed chest at the same time. For all his dexterity he met with indifferent success here. Though he relegated his attention to the single window, which displayed only a sliver of sky over the mountain of snow heaped outside, from time to time Yuna might have felt his creeping gaze...

...Since she held the only blanket. A thick, scratchy grey wool thing. He had offered it to her as soon as it was discovered; either out of chivalry or to antagonize her, or, more likely, both. A decision he had come to regret.

A rescue party would surely come - was surely en route already - but the night would not wait.

He began to loathe the high open collar of his robes and scrunched down into them, his wide lips pursed. There were a few chairs and a cot in the shelter which might be broken down into firewood. A slow exhale steamed from him and he gazed at her levelly.

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[hasfayth]

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.