“Here, wear these.” He tosses a bundle of clothes at me. I unravel them and find a cream colored, thicker long-sleeved garment, winter-grade pants, and a fire fox cloak. A frown pulls at my lips at his kind gesture, but I’m not about to decline it. The cold allows no mercy, and after yesterday’s horrendous trek, I don’t think I’d make it without the extra warmth today. Is he just going to pretend last night didn’t happen? I wonder as I lift the cloak to admire its quality.
