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[wrackful]

Gil, it's freezing out here. [Reaching to take her hand back, warm her fingers between his palms.] You could've at least come inside the tavern.

[seaboard]

[ She would not turn it down, her fingers curling between his, as she looks up at the sky, briefly, then back down to him - but it's with a rueful smile. ]

This might as well be spring, to me. I promise, I am not that cold.