"I already am one of those people. If I could be warm all the time," and the octave shift on that last word is because of the touch of Yseult's hand on his bare skin. Darras breaks into a startled laugh and grabs instinctively for her wrist--and he tenses, and moves, and Rosana (extremely inconvenienced) kicks off and dashes off a few paces. She settles at the corner of the blanket and begins to lick furiously at one of her forepaws, smoothing over the damage done by their rudeness.
Darras, meanwhile, is locked in combat. He keeps his grip on Yseult's wrist and tries to use it to pull her down so she'll collapse on him. Unfortunately it keeps her fingers cold and tickling against him, but sacrifices have to be made.
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Date: 2022-02-05 12:45 am (UTC)Darras, meanwhile, is locked in combat. He keeps his grip on Yseult's wrist and tries to use it to pull her down so she'll collapse on him. Unfortunately it keeps her fingers cold and tickling against him, but sacrifices have to be made.