[ BLANKET ]: sender wraps another blanket around the receiver to try and stop them from shivering.
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Ingrid was used to the cold; the winter here was mild compared to the frigid days back home. But even she wasn’t immune to the icy bite of sleet soaking through clothing, and neither, it seemed, was Alear. Still, Ingrid had only been outside for a short while, and was faring much better than the shivering knight before her.
She opened up another horse blanket, gingerly draping it around Alear’s shoulders, keeping a respectful arm’s length. “Um, these are freshly laundered,” she explained apologetically. Thank the Goddess. They’d mostly have to be washed again, of course, after Ingrid had set the pile on the ground to free both of her hands. But that was of little concern at the moment; she could bring them to the stables at another time.
“We should really find you something hot to drink,” Ingrid noted with growing concern. She rose to her feet, extending a tentative helpful hand. “Are you able to stand?”
Of all the time spent in Elyos, Alear can't seem to think of a time in which she had faced cold this biting-- sure, Elusia had its fair share of savage winters, the ice-laden peaks offering no safe haven to anyone brave enough to travel its borders... but it held no candle to the frigid temperatures that caused her teeth to chatter quietly. Gloved hands rubbed at her upper arms in a desperate attempt to create some sort of heat for her body to absorb; but at this rate, it wouldn't be anywhere near enough. Divine Dragon or not, she was just as susceptible to hypothermia as anyone else was. At least, she was pretty sure she was-- it's a theory Alear would rather not put to the test in this moment. The comforting warmth of a blanket rounding her shoulders draws her out of her thoughts, her gaze flickering upwards to settle on Ingrid's face. Another stranger, so willing to help a girl she'd never seen before-- everyone at Garreg Mach had been so welcoming already. Alear nodded frantically in response, tugging the drape over her even further. "Y-yeah... I can. Thank you-- you didn't have to do all of that. I feel bad, I've messed up your work," Alear murmurs quietly, though loud enough for Ingrid to hear over the whistling of the winds outside of the stable. "As you can see, I'm not quite used to the weather here..." "Or snow in general, really. You're not cold...?"
