for @kellbishop
The sight of Kell stranded in the snowy village in his ribbon-attire was enough to move anyone to tears -- though Gwyn would never confess that they might be tears of mirth at the poor slave's expense. How on earth did Tiernan keep coming up with these things? The sparkly material certainly didn't match the stormy expression on the human's face and Gwyn decided it was his mission to replace that frown with something more befitting the holiday season as soon as he saw it. The sith crept up on him from behind, slipping his arm into Kell's with little warning before he was grinning up at him from his side. "Don't look now," Gwyn whispered conspiratorially, darting his eyes purposefully towards the gathered horses and their drivers in the road, "But there's a private carriage right over there with both our names on it. Give me the sign and we'll make our valiant escape in no time!"
