thelast-cetra:

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 There is a smile for her.

    An offering of cheer alongside a jacket. 

        ❝ ─ Aren’t you cold? It’s a very chilly Hollow Bastion Christmas this year. ❞  

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         While she had been speaking aloud she hadn’t expected anyone to hear her.

                         Much less offer her a jacket.

                                         ”Oh, no, I couldn’t possibly—“ even if she was a little cold.