Peace Offering

The sudden change in the brutes demeanor when the cloak was handed back was very obvious. It was obviously very important to him. As he settled the fur back around his shoulders, Isa watched. "Thank you for letting me borrow your fur." She continued to try and wrap her own more tightly around herself, searching for any bit of warmth to get her body jump started. That warmth would come from a very surprising place.

Sirius moved and seated himself next to her. The blue woman narrowed her gaze slightly, but she could already feel the warmth pouring off of him and so having him so close beside her wasn't too bad. Then he lifted one thick foreleg, welcoming her against him. That was suspicious and Isa hesitated, leaning away from him slightly. Ah... but it would be so very warm... She considered it only a moment more before taking the man up on the offer and sliding into the hollow between his foreleg and chest. His fur was much thicker than hers and the warmth encompassing her was instant. "You never realize how cold you are until you aren't anymore," she informed him, her teeth still chattering, though they would quickly stop doing so.

Together they sat there as the icicle of a woman warmed up. They sat silently for a long while, neither of them really needing to say anything. Isa considered their position. The last man to touch her had been her husband. Though there was nothing remotely sexual about their current situation, she couldn't help but think about how very long it had been since she'd been so close to anyone. Ears slicked back against the fae's skull once more. "Thank you," she spoke softly and simply. Nothing more needed to be said.

"Isa"