[He takes her cloak when she offers it to him, bundling it around him. It reminds him of when he used to make fortifications with his siblings out of their bedding. It's still warm.
It smells like her.
That thought is one that gets pushed right back where it came from.]
...Maker, I must look a sight. I'm sorry that you have to see me like this.
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It smells like her.
That thought is one that gets pushed right back where it came from.]
...Maker, I must look a sight. I'm sorry that you have to see me like this.