@sonnysideofthestreet continued from X

Reverse chivalry? Marion's eyebrows inch upwards, bemused at the sentiment as she shrugs off her thick, warm coat and drapes it over his shoulders. And she allowed him to draw nearer, her arm tucking protectively around his shivering frame. "Lord. Ya're just 'bout ta catch ya death--" She fussed. "Chatterin' teeth like that is how most people end up with nothin' but gums." Whilst Elsie fully appreciated his outward beauty, it wasn't right to consider him with dentures nor the idea of him having to stick to pudding only diets.

"Here -- give me ya hands." She murmurs, figuring they're a frightful shade of blue. She offers to encompass them with her own.

"Deal." Elsie readily assures him, grateful to have the last musing out of her head. But she has zero intentions of taking her coat back. Not from him, when he so clearly had use for it. "I've lived in worse conditions than this. It'll take a heavy snowfall to really hit my bones." She softly reminds him. "The way I figure it, a little chill for me will build character. Sides the army never quite gave a," She pauses to amend her own lexicon. "A da-darn. Unless our noses were bound ta downright snap off our faces, we carried on as ordered."