Warm sounds like a good idea. With everything he has just learned, Seiji's head feels too full to think of much else. He clutches Jigano's cloak around him for several more steps, smiling when Nairi addresses him. She is kind, he thinks. She has a quickness about her, bright as newborn flame, which he cannot quite match. But a good person to find himself alone in the forest with. "You must be cold, too," he tells her, his voice still quiet. Tugging the cloak from his shoulders, he holds it out to her. "I feel a little better now." It isn't quite true, but he feels he ought to give her the chance. He has no desire to be the sort of man who hoards the scant resources they have between them to himself.
Seiji has nothing to add as Jigano and Nairi bicker, but he finds himself smiling, nonetheless. When he feels better, he thinks, maybe he can go exploring with Nairi. He, too, would like to see what this new prison holds. But only after he's rested some and come to grips with the situation. A part of him still half expects he might wake up in the morning to find it all a bizarre dream. "Where are we going?" he asks Jigano. "Is it far?" The weight of evening pressing over them all makes him eager to be out of the trees.
Seiji has nothing to add as Jigano and Nairi bicker, but he finds himself smiling, nonetheless. When he feels better, he thinks, maybe he can go exploring with Nairi. He, too, would like to see what this new prison holds. But only after he's rested some and come to grips with the situation. A part of him still half expects he might wake up in the morning to find it all a bizarre dream. "Where are we going?" he asks Jigano. "Is it far?" The weight of evening pressing over them all makes him eager to be out of the trees.
