[What an odd picture they must make, staring at each other as the snow falls around--one a princess in a gown and wraps that would look more at home in a storybook than a city, the other an impassive young man with bare shoulders and feet who barely seems to acknowledge the weather at all. It's strangely beautiful, the way the stray flakes glisten against his dark lashes, and it takes a moment for the implications of the sight to register in Rosella's mind.]

Oh! Goodness, how awful of me, you must be freezing, standing around like this!

[And she bolts for the parcel she dropped on the ground, hurrying over and retrieving it from where it fell. Luckily, the cloak is sturdy and resistant to the weather, so the small dampness from the snow is no great concern, and the other things wrapped inside are well-protected still. She carries it back to him at once, unwinding the cloak as she goes to reveal the shirt and shoes within.]

Here, I brought these--I do hope they fit. The cloak will, at least, and I hope the boots will, too...I'm so sorry, I completely forgot...