[ It's nothing he's unable to handle, typically, but his powers are fading on a daily basis; he is no longer under the protection of the Slates, so its influence has began creeping away. It's times like these when he's crushed by the utter reality that, yes, he is human after all.
But he isn't bitter about it. The only bitter is the bitter cold, and he thinks, solemnly, how this could have been prevented. Hah, there is no use trying to control what the weather decides. ]
— Yes, I will be fine, thanks to you. [ Idly his hand clasp over hers, feeling her cold, also. ] Never mind me, it will be beneficial to us both if we —
[ Instead of describing it, he inches closer, bringing his arms around her and pulling her close, respectfully. And then, mutter over her shoulder, he says -- ] Please excuse me.
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But he isn't bitter about it. The only bitter is the bitter cold, and he thinks, solemnly, how this could have been prevented. Hah, there is no use trying to control what the weather decides. ]
— Yes, I will be fine, thanks to you. [ Idly his hand clasp over hers, feeling her cold, also. ] Never mind me, it will be beneficial to us both if we —
[ Instead of describing it, he inches closer, bringing his arms around her and pulling her close, respectfully. And then, mutter over her shoulder, he says -- ] Please excuse me.