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. ❞

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.
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