#WAAAAH THANK U SARA

[swiftlance]

[ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡 ] : sender drapes a coat / cape / etc. around receiver's shoulders. ( cmere neph lets be friends ♡ )

For you, I would

Her cloak has sure seen better days. Clumsy stitches mark places where it'd been torn--she never could sew quite so well as Ma. There's a few stubborn stains on the hem, too, from marchin' through muddy terrain durin' both wars back home.

It's a piece of fabric, a mighty shabby one at that, but it's served her well enough so far, so who is she to waste it when it's still perfectly usable?

Though faced with these freezin' temperatures, Nephenee considers investin' in somethin' more substantial. Her shoulders shake 'neath the thin material while standin' guard 'round their little camp. Student trainin' exercises outside monastery grounds require a group of Knights accompany them, even if it's as simple as campin' overnight.

A fine policy, in her opinion. Maybe she's a bit overprotective of these kids, but she wouldn't want her own siblin's wanderin' around at night alone.

Another shiver sends her whole body tremblin'. She should ask one of her fellow Knights if'n she can borrow one of their capes--

Weight descends across her shoulders. Nephenee turns her head, only to be tickled by a line of fur. She wrinkles her nose, lookin' up 'n findin' one of the students. A mage, if she recalls, though her name escapes her.

"Ah....thank you. Sure you ain--won't--get cold without this?"