Rosa shared her shawl with Reynard as they walked down the main street.
"You need it much more than I do," he said as he wriggled it off of his shoulders. "You've got a more fragile build, so you get cold easily."
"Nonsense!" Rosa forcefully wrapped the shawl around Reynard's neck as well as her own. "None of us is falling sick in this weather, especially not due to our own negligence."
Amused, Reynard peeked at Rosa who's face had gone red with the cold. (As well as because of the previous crying.) She looked beautiful, with the golden sunshine lighting up her hair from the back, and her blue-grey eyes looking straight ahead as she walked. She really had inherited Mother's strong genes, and she took pride in showing them off.
"What are you looking at?" She frowned as she side-eyed him.
Reynard chuckled. "Nothing of importance."
"Tell me!" she exclaimed as she nudged him in the shoulder. "Do I look ugly because I cried?"
