"Cold…!"
Fai hugged himself as he tucked himself into the boundaries of the trees, standing just outside of the perimeter of frost.
He nearly jumped as a hand suddenly grabbed his trousers, tugging on them as he looked down to see a familiar head of vermillion hair. For a moment, he thought his exhaustion was providing him with hallucinations as he scrubbed his eyes with his forearm before checking again.
"Charlotte…?! What're you doing here?"
"Donatien told me...I'm going to help you recover."
"Still, you shouldn't be--"
"Sit down, there isn't time for this!"
Charlotte's forward words were so unlike her that Fai found himself at a loss, hesitantly sitting down with his back against the tree--still holding his doubts.
"...Planning to dull my movements with this harsh weather? Not a bad plan."
