"Fantastic," Lancelot said, despite Spirit Perception clearly telling him that the handkerchief was out of the ordinary. "When I'm travelling through the steel-bitten frost of the Iron Ice Plains, where the chill cuts to the bone, I'll be glad of the handkerchief you gave me, drawing warmth from its lingering heat…"
"Huh?" Tijana's beautiful face showed a distinct daze. "What are you talking about?"
"Nothing, I've just been reading some nonsense lately. Go on…"
"If you have that kind of need, perhaps I could offer you something more practical," the Succubus Lord said, giving him a look filled with sympathy and understanding as she unfolded the silk handkerchief layer by layer. "But indeed, this will provide some warmth for you, allowing you to temporarily escape that dreadful dimension…"
