[ Lune shakes her head slightly and lifts her palms for a moment without moving her arms, conveying without words she's letting that subject go. When he next speaks her name, it's with the sort of earnestness that makes her pull her eyes from their surroundings and pay attention. His request makes sense; he's immortal, not insensate. The air does have a slight bite to it, if you're forced to endure it in your underwear. After a beat, she nods, tossing another small branch into the fire from the stock pile next to it before getting up on her feet.
The circles the fire and comes to take a seat next to him, much closer than she normally would in effort to share her body heat, her bare arm pressing into his. ]
We should have probably tried to figure out a way to hang your clothes closer to the fire so they'd dry faster.
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The circles the fire and comes to take a seat next to him, much closer than she normally would in effort to share her body heat, her bare arm pressing into his. ]
We should have probably tried to figure out a way to hang your clothes closer to the fire so they'd dry faster.