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[Good evening, explorers! After departing from Cair Paradisa, the path was south at first, but turned west fairly early on. Skirting well south of Eldritch Forest, the travelers had camped near the edge of the Amber Steppe, not quite within sight of the forest that marks the Totem Coast. The grasses are parched brown by the heat, though greener patches mark the presence of water. It's near one of these - a small, bubbling stream leading west that Raine has chosen to follow as it will almost certainly run into the river marked on her map - that the travelers have made their camp.

The carts and wagons are arranged in a defensive circle, though the campers are free to set up their tents outside them as well as inside wher ethe rest of them are. There are small cooking fires scattered around as well as a large bonfire in the center for socializing.

Play music? Sing? Teach those poor non-Earth kids how to make s'mores? Or just sit around and socialize with others.

Or hide in your tent and ignore everyone, if you really want to.]

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I know.

[He'll just lounge and make himself comfortable. ]

[ She takes off her shirt and throws it at him. ]

[Shirt hits him, he immediately tosses it back] Whoa whoa whoa, darling!

Put that or a blanket on! You're way too young to be pulling off clothes!

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It's wet. [ She throws it right back. She sits with her knees pulled up and she hunches over them.. ] There. I'm covered.

[He groans and puts the shirt near the fire, but not near enough to catch]

[He then is dumping his cloak on your back, which is mostly dry. He'll take being cold over getting the crap kicked out of him for people getting the wrong idea]

[ Arya pulls at the cloak in question. ]

I'm not cold.

No, but it'll warn off those who'd scorn either of us.

Who cares about them?

The guy who finds being punched less funny when his healing artes don't work out here.

I wouldn't let anyone punch you. [ And where Arya is too small and human to be helpful, there's Nymeria. ] Won't you get cold?

My hero.

[In truth he doesn't mind getting punched by his friends when he deserved it. It meant they saw him as a person, a human. Not some other creature you don't touch in fear of being sacrilege. But he's finding it that it's hard to explain that to people in Paradisa, so he'll let it drop]

I'll be fine. Tethe'alla might not get summer snows, but it can be pretty chilly.

[ She bites her lower lip. She was cold and removing a part of the wet clothes helps. The cloak does too, but it's Zelos'. It's unfair she keep it because she decided a bath in the evening was a good idea. I could untie Nymeria, but she'd make the horses panic and none of the other travelers are all that comfortable with a prowling direwolf. To be honest, she did not trust Nymeria to stop of Arya told her not to attack someone. Arya knows Nymeria will never hurt her—and she also knows she is not strong enough to pull Nymeria off anyone.

That leaves one possible resolution. ]

Move.

[ When she was younger and it got cold in her room, she would sneak into Jon Snow's room. He was always warm and he'd never kick her out. He would pull the covers around her and ruffle her hair and call her "little sister" and tell her to sleep. When Jon would leave with Robb and Theon to go hunting, she would sleep with Bran. Bran didn't ruffle her hair, but he didn't tell her to leave either.

Shoving Zelos' arm aside, she sits beside him. She pins one edge of the cloak between her arm and chest and throws the opposite corner over his far shoulder. Then she tries to make herself as small and hold as still as possible so it covers him without falling too. ]

[Zelos hadn't been lying when he said he could handle the cold. It was simply something you adjusted to when you did stuff like sleep on roofs. ]

[Yet here was this kid again, doing something of thinking of others when she didn't have to. It was a bit sad how that still surprised him from time to time. At least he was starting to get used to the physical contact that people seemed so keen on doing in this place. ]

[But after a bit of a surprised glance, he makes himself comfortable, shifting his arm around her to hold onto that cloak so it doesn't fall off her]

Heh. Comfortable?

[ Yes. ] No.

[ Claim aside, she burrows closer seeking warmth. Her eyes feel heavy. ]

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Sure.

[He'll shift a bit so it's easier for her to borrow, his arm keeping steady around her]

You're warm.

[ She finds it easier to talk with her eyes closed. They almost seem to close of their own accord. ]

[He's can tell that the kid is starting to drift off, so he keeps his voice on the softer side. ]

I do have a pretty sunny personality.

No, you don't.

Haha, ouch. That hurts.

[Except where his tone doesn't express that at all]

You'll stay, right?

[He rubs her arm gently with his hand]

Me?

I can't think of any place better to be.

Promise?

[ Her breathing evens out. ]

Sleep.

I'll be here when you wake, promise.

[ Which should be in two hours from a nightmare. Have fun with that. o7 ]

[OH YAY! FUN TIMES.]