[ He breathes out a laugh, the sound little more than an exhale or a light cough, one that billows from between his lips as steam that evaporates into the December air. ]
Quite, [ he admits and then slides his newly acquired clothing into his arms. It's almost as if he moves into her and then past her, the way his continues that lean only to brush along her side to retreat to the garage. At least there he'll have a chance to warm slightly before pulling on the shirt and the shoes and dry some of the snow from his skin. Whatever's accumulated begins to melt quickly once inside and he slicks some of the residual water from his arms with a hand. It's only as an afterthought that he turns to see whether or not she's followed. ]
you cannot map the ways of divinity;
Quite, [ he admits and then slides his newly acquired clothing into his arms. It's almost as if he moves into her and then past her, the way his continues that lean only to brush along her side to retreat to the garage. At least there he'll have a chance to warm slightly before pulling on the shirt and the shoes and dry some of the snow from his skin. Whatever's accumulated begins to melt quickly once inside and he slicks some of the residual water from his arms with a hand. It's only as an afterthought that he turns to see whether or not she's followed. ]
You must be cold as well, fine cloak or not.