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She walks toward me, takes her cloak off and places it around my shoulders. "Better?"
"Yes. Thank you." I almost swoon in the warmth of the cloak. I breathe in her scent, a mix of wildflowers and lavender. I have to remind myself to focus.
She's wearing a pair of close-fitting trousers and a tunic. A thick belt encircles her waist and from it hangs a gleaming dagger.