His subtle movements to get warmth back into his fingers is noted. She pulls off the circle scarf around her neck - a bright blue and purple knitted thing - and hands it to him. "Here. You don't want to lose your fingers." Before he can protest, she pulls a forest green silk scarf from one of her many pouches and places that around her neck. It may not be as effective, but it's still something. "I wouldn't be so averse to watching this storm if the cold weren't coming inside, too. The hell is going on with this weather?"
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His subtle movements to get warmth back into his fingers is noted. She pulls off the circle scarf around her neck - a bright blue and purple knitted thing - and hands it to him. "Here. You don't want to lose your fingers." Before he can protest, she pulls a forest green silk scarf from one of her many pouches and places that around her neck. It may not be as effective, but it's still something. "I wouldn't be so averse to watching this storm if the cold weren't coming inside, too. The hell is going on with this weather?"
Reynard, you suck.