I looked back down at the scarf in my hands. It was a grey version of his, and I grinned wide as I wrapped it around my neck and did as he had, covering my nose and mouth to keep them warm. “You got me a scarf?” I let out a blissful sigh, my warm breath heating my cold chin and nose under the fabric. “Thanks, Moth.” He grunted, pale eyes flashing to me before he started walking again. “So you stop bitching about being cold.”
