[ She thought that head of hair looked familiar, but something in her insisted that it couldn't possibly be—
Maybe she fell and hit her head and this is all a weird fever dream. That would explain why she's looking at a completely foreign city, with Juza carrying a bag like he's been here for a while.
It's all part of her subconscious! Of course!
But her subconscious feels hella real and she's not going to begrudge being able to wrap a dry, still warm from body heat, coat around herself. Even if politeness says that she shouldn't get someone's coat soaked because of her own arrival. ]
A-are you sure...? ...Thanks. [ Warm warm warm. Just let her make a happy little noise as some of the cold dissipates under the new layer of clothing. ] Where are we?
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Maybe she fell and hit her head and this is all a weird fever dream. That would explain why she's looking at a completely foreign city, with Juza carrying a bag like he's been here for a while.
It's all part of her subconscious! Of course!
But her subconscious feels hella real and she's not going to begrudge being able to wrap a dry, still warm from body heat, coat around herself. Even if politeness says that she shouldn't get someone's coat soaked because of her own arrival. ]
A-are you sure...? ...Thanks. [ Warm warm warm. Just let her make a happy little noise as some of the cold dissipates under the new layer of clothing. ] Where are we?