[He was thankful he had his swords on him, but he couldn't unsheathe them with Ashraf's arm across his shoulders, but he hears the footsteps, and can just barely make out dark-clothed figures.
His blood goes gold, his skin more icy to the touch, as he pulls at the endless winter that was under his skin. the rain around him freezes in the air, drifting down in wet almost-snow.
He had really been hoping that nothing would go wrong tonight.]
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His blood goes gold, his skin more icy to the touch, as he pulls at the endless winter that was under his skin. the rain around him freezes in the air, drifting down in wet almost-snow.
He had really been hoping that nothing would go wrong tonight.]
Keep moving. We'll get you home soon.