[ wrath's jaw locks imperceptibly as they are met with the abandoned encampment. already his senses are on overdrive again, searching, smelling, investigating. nothing he recognizes except the overwhelming stench of death and decay, except for her. he only stops his searching when he senses her freeze behind him.
then he turns toward her, seeing her shiver. if only she knew, the underworld is colder than this. it is cold enough here in this labyrinth even his ability to alter the temperature will make little difference permeating through it.
he removes his jacket and slips it over her shoulders without a word. she will feel the heat of his hands even from the outside of the fabric. if she were to look at him, his expression remains impassive as ever as he raises an eyebrow as if asking if she is ready to continue. ]
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then he turns toward her, seeing her shiver. if only she knew, the underworld is colder than this. it is cold enough here in this labyrinth even his ability to alter the temperature will make little difference permeating through it.
he removes his jacket and slips it over her shoulders without a word. she will feel the heat of his hands even from the outside of the fabric. if she were to look at him, his expression remains impassive as ever as he raises an eyebrow as if asking if she is ready to continue. ]