She's chilled everywhere his body doesn't touch her. Even heated the room is a little cold, and with the way she's been shifting about, her robe has hiked its way up to mid-thigh. But his arms wrapped around her shoulder blades are, not only a warm comfort, but a solid, firm reassurance of his presence.
"You're not a tenderfoot. We would've never made it t'Colorada if y'was. You're the bravest man I know. The most fool-hearted, but the bravest."
That's either a sniffle or a chuckle there in her last sentence.
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She's chilled everywhere his body doesn't touch her. Even heated the room is a little cold, and with the way she's been shifting about, her robe has hiked its way up to mid-thigh. But his arms wrapped around her shoulder blades are, not only a warm comfort, but a solid, firm reassurance of his presence.
"You're not a tenderfoot. We would've never made it t'Colorada if y'was. You're the bravest man I know. The most fool-hearted, but the bravest."
That's either a sniffle or a chuckle there in her last sentence.
"And I love y'so much."