[Byleth was wholly focused on his task, so missed Dimitri's brief moment of distraction. Once they had dug out enough space for them to be as comfortable as they could be in a tiny snow cave, he brushed the lingering frozen snow from his gloves and flexed his fingers. Even through the sturdy leather, his fingers were growing slightly numb.]
Good thinking. Your cloak is far warmer than mine.
[Removing his cloak also meant removing the sleek shoulder armour as well, but it would be for the best. It was soaking in the chill like nobody's business. In brisk, efficient movements, he removed his cloak and set it on the floor, putting the shoulder armour to the side out of the way. In just his tunics, the biting cold hit his back with a merciless vengeance, and he couldn't quite stifle the full-bodied shiver.
He was usually resistant to cold or hot temperatures. His body naturally ran warm, and the heat rarely bothered him: but this was different. This cold was so sharp it almost felt like it burned, even through his (thin) layers. During all of his visits to Faerghus, he had never encountered this level of cold before (but that was only because he had never been to Faerghus during a blizzard).]
T-There. This should do.
[With that done, Byleth eased himself down on his cloak, drawing his knees up and crossing his arms over his chest, tucking his hands under his armpits. He will never underestimate a Faerghan blizzard ever again after this.]
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Good thinking. Your cloak is far warmer than mine.
[Removing his cloak also meant removing the sleek shoulder armour as well, but it would be for the best. It was soaking in the chill like nobody's business. In brisk, efficient movements, he removed his cloak and set it on the floor, putting the shoulder armour to the side out of the way. In just his tunics, the biting cold hit his back with a merciless vengeance, and he couldn't quite stifle the full-bodied shiver.
He was usually resistant to cold or hot temperatures. His body naturally ran warm, and the heat rarely bothered him: but this was different. This cold was so sharp it almost felt like it burned, even through his (thin) layers. During all of his visits to Faerghus, he had never encountered this level of cold before (but that was only because he had never been to Faerghus during a blizzard).]
T-There. This should do.
[With that done, Byleth eased himself down on his cloak, drawing his knees up and crossing his arms over his chest, tucking his hands under his armpits. He will never underestimate a Faerghan blizzard ever again after this.]