[ She's cold and not a little scared, but Lucretia's still sharp enough to notice how the other woman takes the lead, cutting off the worst of the wind.
She notices, but she's also not stupid, so she accepts the unspoken kindness without protest, simply doing her best to keep up. Better for both of them to get out of the elements as quickly as possible. She's determined not to be responsible for delaying their pace. ]
Drier?
[ A marsh? Lucretia frowns, trying to reconcile this...and then her frown deepens as the more important point hits home. ]
If you're not used to the cold, then you should take this back.
[ Unwrapping the second layer of furs from her shoulders, she tromps through the snow enough to get close, holding the garment out ahead of her insistently in stiff, frozen fingers. ]
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She notices, but she's also not stupid, so she accepts the unspoken kindness without protest, simply doing her best to keep up. Better for both of them to get out of the elements as quickly as possible. She's determined not to be responsible for delaying their pace. ]
Drier?
[ A marsh? Lucretia frowns, trying to reconcile this...and then her frown deepens as the more important point hits home. ]
If you're not used to the cold, then you should take this back.
[ Unwrapping the second layer of furs from her shoulders, she tromps through the snow enough to get close, holding the garment out ahead of her insistently in stiff, frozen fingers. ]
Here. Please.