[She mistakes his tilting closer as a reaction to the cold weather, so she raises one hand, palm up, and creates a pocket of warm air around them. Nothing showy, since there were people up ahead by now, but enough that he'd definitely feel the difference. And she does it with enough familiarity that she doesn't notice she's doing it, busy as she is with giving him a faintly amused glare.]
Forgive me for saying so, but that sounds rather like a poorly-concealed shot at my age, Masaomi.
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Forgive me for saying so, but that sounds rather like a poorly-concealed shot at my age, Masaomi.