Xiang Yu emerged from the river, water streaming from his drenched robe. He walked past Han Xin oblivious to his gaze lingering on his chest, where the wet fabric clung to his frame. A slight chill crept into his bones as he made his way back to the camp.
Seeing her shiver slightly he did what he would do if it was anyone else which was to offer up his robe. Without a word, he removed his robe and draped it over her shoulders, hoping to offer some warmth to her shivering body. "Here," he said covering her up. He had so many questions, but in the end, he didn't ask.
Xiang Yu paused, feeling the unexpected weight of the robe and the faint traces of cedarwood dancing at the tip of his nose. He glanced back at Han Xin, his expression unreadable, before shrugging his shoulders and letting the robe fall to the ground. Han Xin wasn't surprised that she rejected his robe.
