[He turns his head to follow her gesture and nods wordlessly. Davesprite turns and starts to lead her with his hand still holding her's, but he only takes a few steps before releasing it without thinking and jamming his hands back in his pockets, shoulders hunching a little against the wind.
It isn't until they make it inside that he stops and turns to glance at her again, though his hands don't stray from his pockets. They're cold -- most of him is cold, though the walls at least help with bracing them against the wind.]
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It isn't until they make it inside that he stops and turns to glance at her again, though his hands don't stray from his pockets. They're cold -- most of him is cold, though the walls at least help with bracing them against the wind.]