She would roll her eyes and make a face at him for the first comment if her face didn’t feel so frozen.
“I know I’m not the first and I know I wouldn’t be your last,” Lucy at least was able to snipe back, her chuckle wheezy and faint from the cold. “C’mon, in we go.”
Thank god. They’d reached the front path that had been poorly shoveled out leading to the front steps. She didn’t think she would have to urge him to move faster, there was no doubt that he’d want to get out of the chill and wind sooner than her being as he was soaked through like a rag. Once they do get inside, Lucy guides him to the fireplace; she’s not worried about herself, she’s genuinely concerned about him catching a cold or worse, her hands pulling off the jacket she’d thrown over him. The arms are pulled inside out and she’s hooking it as close as she can to the fire, which she then shakily moves to add more logs to.
The interior of the house is much warmer than outside with the old-style furnace that warms it, but what Ezio really needs is to be as close to the fire as he can handle.
Her fingers are numb, her cheeks stinging from the wind. Lucy’s fairly positive she can’t feel the tips of her ears. “Wet clothes off. Dry ones in the bag. I’ll grab the blankets from the bedrooms.” And then she’s leaving him to get to it, shivering like mad.
sleep is important ok
“I know I’m not the first and I know I wouldn’t be your last,” Lucy at least was able to snipe back, her chuckle wheezy and faint from the cold. “C’mon, in we go.”
Thank god. They’d reached the front path that had been poorly shoveled out leading to the front steps. She didn’t think she would have to urge him to move faster, there was no doubt that he’d want to get out of the chill and wind sooner than her being as he was soaked through like a rag. Once they do get inside, Lucy guides him to the fireplace; she’s not worried about herself, she’s genuinely concerned about him catching a cold or worse, her hands pulling off the jacket she’d thrown over him. The arms are pulled inside out and she’s hooking it as close as she can to the fire, which she then shakily moves to add more logs to.
The interior of the house is much warmer than outside with the old-style furnace that warms it, but what Ezio really needs is to be as close to the fire as he can handle.
Her fingers are numb, her cheeks stinging from the wind. Lucy’s fairly positive she can’t feel the tips of her ears. “Wet clothes off. Dry ones in the bag. I’ll grab the blankets from the bedrooms.” And then she’s leaving him to get to it, shivering like mad.