[ Which isn't very long; her own grip is weak and downright shaky throughout. The mention of a drink and blanket snaps her eyes up to his. (And up from the floor.) ]
I'm-- I'm not cold. [ It's a lie, but not intentional. She honestly hadn't noticed. ]
[ Which isn't very long. Her own grip is weak and downright shaky throughout, too busy fighting her anxieties down enough to speak up a little. She's okay, right? May....be.]
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I'm-- I'm not cold. [ It's a lie, but not intentional. She honestly hadn't noticed. ]
[ Which isn't very long. Her own grip is weak and downright shaky throughout, too busy fighting her anxieties down enough to speak up a little. She's okay, right? May....be.]
I'll follow you. [ Not even a hello. :'| ]