[ For a moment Claude's offered gloves takes her by surprise, before something flickers over her expression that is unmistakably tender. She plucks one from his hand before nudging the other back towards him. Even though she recognizes that there's some level of dramatics happening here, there's still no point in both of them feeling discomfort when this is meant to be a nice experience.
Before she can tug the glove on or lean into the sturdiness of Claude's body, Sylvain's arms wrapping around the pair of them has her teetering slightly into him instead. A little "oof" is pushed from her lips. Sure enough, there's barley a cloud of breath that follows it. ]
Just because we can't see our breaths doesn't mean that it isn't cold. Neither of us grew up in Faerghus.
[ Conveniently she also skims over the fact that Goneril could be as cold as Luna and she grew up with similar weather like this in the winter months. Despite her protest there's laughter in her voice. Finally she tugs the glove on before nestling into the both of them, allowing herself to lean into them. Before her eyes sweep up towards the sky, they linger briefly on both of their profiles. ]
There are some days I forget what the stars at home looked like. But it's not like I knew them very well to begin with. [ Her hands tugs the corner of the blanket in closer before her arms go to wrap around her frame to draw more warmth to her core. A beat later and another question leaves her lips. ] Do either of you miss Fodlan?
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Before she can tug the glove on or lean into the sturdiness of Claude's body, Sylvain's arms wrapping around the pair of them has her teetering slightly into him instead. A little "oof" is pushed from her lips. Sure enough, there's barley a cloud of breath that follows it. ]
Just because we can't see our breaths doesn't mean that it isn't cold. Neither of us grew up in Faerghus.
[ Conveniently she also skims over the fact that Goneril could be as cold as Luna and she grew up with similar weather like this in the winter months. Despite her protest there's laughter in her voice. Finally she tugs the glove on before nestling into the both of them, allowing herself to lean into them. Before her eyes sweep up towards the sky, they linger briefly on both of their profiles. ]
There are some days I forget what the stars at home looked like. But it's not like I knew them very well to begin with. [ Her hands tugs the corner of the blanket in closer before her arms go to wrap around her frame to draw more warmth to her core. A beat later and another question leaves her lips. ] Do either of you miss Fodlan?