[ Were mysterious scrapes, bruises and cuts not parts of his life Cassian would be more concerned that he can't seem to recall exactly how or why his hand is in the state it is. By now however his body was truly the least of his concerns; it was a tool, a means of keeping those around him safe. And if it came at the cost of some broken flesh, then what did it matter to him?
This woman was safe. That was the priority. Not him. Hence handing her the blanket first. It doesn't escape his notice that she had begun to tremble; whether it was out of fear or the cold is hard to say (and maybe it's both), but it occurs to him that maybe they shouldn't be standing out in the cold like this while they're also soaked to the bone. At her prompt however he extracts that from his jacket too. ]
Here.
[ He nods towards their cars parked not too far away. ]
I probably should have suggested we move to the car so we could run the heater. You're shivering.
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This woman was safe. That was the priority. Not him. Hence handing her the blanket first. It doesn't escape his notice that she had begun to tremble; whether it was out of fear or the cold is hard to say (and maybe it's both), but it occurs to him that maybe they shouldn't be standing out in the cold like this while they're also soaked to the bone. At her prompt however he extracts that from his jacket too. ]
Here.
[ He nods towards their cars parked not too far away. ]
I probably should have suggested we move to the car so we could run the heater. You're shivering.