[ To his credit, it seems that he didn't quite realize the... implications of what he was asking at first. Is that really better, though? Some deeper part of her wishes that he'd meant it, and not so innocently.
Wait—what? As Vane comes closer to take one of the blankets, she feels rooted in place, her nerves humming with awareness of him, the space he occupies, the space between them. Goosebumps rise on her skin, and she isn't so sure it's because of the cold anymore. Maybe she really is getting sick—her body seems to be reacting without any of her input. ]
That is hardly necessary, is it? With a fire, then...
[ There's a tinge of uncertainty in her voice. Won't they just dry off on their own? (She has no survival skills.) Though, even she can admit that her wet clothes only feel like they're getting colder and heavier by the second, and her shivering is only getting worse. It's just... she finds herself following the train of thought to its logical conclusion, with the both of them disrobed save for only the thin layers of their blankets, huddled together by a small fire—
Her cheeks flush. Goodness! What is she thinking? This is Vane. Certainly things won't come to that... her teeth are chattering uncontrollably now, no matter how hard she clenches her jaw. ]
Very well. But turn yourself about. And shut your eyes!
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Wait—what? As Vane comes closer to take one of the blankets, she feels rooted in place, her nerves humming with awareness of him, the space he occupies, the space between them. Goosebumps rise on her skin, and she isn't so sure it's because of the cold anymore. Maybe she really is getting sick—her body seems to be reacting without any of her input. ]
That is hardly necessary, is it? With a fire, then...
[ There's a tinge of uncertainty in her voice. Won't they just dry off on their own? (She has no survival skills.) Though, even she can admit that her wet clothes only feel like they're getting colder and heavier by the second, and her shivering is only getting worse. It's just... she finds herself following the train of thought to its logical conclusion, with the both of them disrobed save for only the thin layers of their blankets, huddled together by a small fire—
Her cheeks flush. Goodness! What is she thinking? This is Vane. Certainly things won't come to that... her teeth are chattering uncontrollably now, no matter how hard she clenches her jaw. ]
Very well. But turn yourself about. And shut your eyes!