"I mean - and hear me out, because I know this is going to sound crazy," and here Fox holds up a hand as if to politely ask Kiada to reserve her judgement, "but have you considered going inside somewhere?" Radical, he knows. Granted, as she explains about the VlamVloed (he winces and blushes under his scarf, because he knows exactly what part he had to play in that) it does make a little more sense. A little - not much, though.
"Your first season in the cold, huh? It's... yeah. A learning curve, for sure." He smiles sympathetically, only to abruptly turn his eyes elsewhere to see her striding from the fire like some Tanau-touched nymph. Only once the coat is safely around her shoulders does he look at her properly, letting out a sigh and stamping his feet in the snow to keep his toes warm enough.
"Snow moss? You... know that keeps things cold, right?" Fox gestures at the actual snow around them. Anyway. "Do you have any other clothes, or...?" Because gods, if now she's left just in a coat, the situation just became even more dire.
"Your first season in the cold, huh? It's... yeah. A learning curve, for sure." He smiles sympathetically, only to abruptly turn his eyes elsewhere to see her striding from the fire like some Tanau-touched nymph. Only once the coat is safely around her shoulders does he look at her properly, letting out a sigh and stamping his feet in the snow to keep his toes warm enough.
"Snow moss? You... know that keeps things cold, right?" Fox gestures at the actual snow around them. Anyway. "Do you have any other clothes, or...?" Because gods, if now she's left just in a coat, the situation just became even more dire.
welcome to the desecration, baby
we built you up and we'll tear you right down
Horns: Small, bone-like protrusions (aka your stereotypical devil horns) that are easy to miss in his hair.
