[ lumine blinks at the gloves when he offers them to her, half-tempted to decline it. even if he's used to the cold, he has the same constitution as every human being; he'll eventually get cold, too, and then what? but she accepts them anyway, slipping them on her hands. the warmth of his own hands linger in the fleece-lined interior of the gloves, slowly thawing her frozen fingers.
at his remark, she gives him a slight nod. she's also apprehensive over this, over what might happen at the grave. what will they say? what will she be forced to deal with again? ]
... Do you think Lumine ... [ her quiet voice trails off, uncertain how to ask of it. would they have kept them apart, she wonders? buried her elsewhere with her sibling?
lumine shakes her head, the words she'd like to say stuck in her throat. ]
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at his remark, she gives him a slight nod. she's also apprehensive over this, over what might happen at the grave. what will they say? what will she be forced to deal with again? ]
... Do you think Lumine ... [ her quiet voice trails off, uncertain how to ask of it. would they have kept them apart, she wonders? buried her elsewhere with her sibling?
lumine shakes her head, the words she'd like to say stuck in her throat. ]
Let's just get this over with.