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ROBIN - Fire Emblem Awakening
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snow covered dragons
Kurthnaga only feels more confused with the explanation. What the hell were Divine and Fell Dragons? He had never heard of such a thing before? And brands?
At least that part he can rationalise somewhat: if they are descendants of a dragon, then they must be similar to the Branded. Was Robin one of them? At least in distant descent? That would explain why he wasn't able to pick up on a draconic kin right away, but... he does not get that odd, uncomfortable, feeling. Was it more like his own mark then? A symbol of heritage and nothing more?
Wah. He's only furthering confusing himself by thinking too hard about it. He should just focus on the conversation instead.
Robin had asked him a question... hadn't he?
"No?" He says with a confused tilt of his head to the side, "The dragons of my homeland are not catergorized in such a way. I do not think we live long enough lives to ever be consider Divine in comparison to Ashera. And I am not sure what Fell would constitute, but I can say that I have never heard of any 'Fell' dragons in Goldoa."
Robin laughs a little, trying to shake off his own nerves and confusion. This conversation has gone entirely sideways.
"It's fascinating, really, to learn about a place where dragons could be so vastly different than they are where I'm from." Giving Kurth a sidelong look, he says, "But in the end, we're both dragons, despite it all."
Before he has a chance to talk himself out of asking, he has one final question. "Can you transform, at all? I can't, myself, but I've heard that some of the other dragons here still can."
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Kurthnaga stares blankly at the other man, ruby eyes blinking a few times in confusion.
Who... in the world was Naga?
He can recognise the name as being the latter half of his, of course, but back home in Tellius, such a thing had no meaning. There was no one named Naga in Goldoa's history, at least as far as Kurth knew. His father would know, surely, but Kurth was not his father.
"... My name?" He says, with a soft chuckle, "It doesn't mean anything. I haven't the slightest idea who this Naga would be."
Were... perhaps, the dragons of Goldoa different in some way from those of other continents? Is this something that he should know?
"And I'm certainly not a descendant of them."
"...oh!"
For the third or fourth time today (he's already lost count), Robin feels as though he's put his foot in his mouth. He really is not handling this whole "snowed in together with a stranger" situation very well at all... especially not the part that requires him to interact normally and hold a regular conversation.
Oh well. He's doing his best.
"...you see, where I'm from, Naga is the name of a Divine Dragon," he says, deciding it's best to just explain rather than to keep over-complicating things. "The descendants of Naga all carry her bloodline and a special mark to show they are part of her family."
A pause; then, "...and then there's the Fell Dragon, who is sort of bound to find Naga and her descendants in any life, and that's a whole.. thing..."
So much for not over-complicating. The back of his hand itches inside his glove, now, and Robin tries not to think about it, keeping a smile plastered on his face instead.
"...do you have Divine and Fell Dragons, where you're from?"
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The young dragon laughs, huddling deeper into what little warmth he could gather for himself. There is something comforting about being trapped out here with one that he could... consider kin?
It was a different feeling than the one he got when he was close to those of Goldoa, but it was draconic all the same. Foreign, but familiar all the same.
"Haha, I should have been able to tell," Kurthnaga says with a smile, "You don't have to tell me the details. Why make it more complicated than it has to be anyway? We can recognise each other as familiar either way, so the finer details don't have to matter so much."
Robin, too, finds that he automatically feels more comfortable with Kurthnaga knowing that they're both dragons. He relaxes the tension he didn't realize he was carrying in his neck and shoulders, and lets his guard down a bit as well. It's nice to be in the company of someone who is more like him than he originally realized.
Of course...
"Given your name," he says, "would it be prying too much to ask if you're a descendant of Naga?"
Normally, he can tell a bit more quickly if he's interacting with someone who has Naga's blood or not--namely because it severely agitates Grima. But this time, he can't be sure.
stuck in a moment (with a dragon) {grima}
So it was a book...a tome, to be more exact. Probably something that was familiar and well-cared for, or rare and highly coveted. Unlikely to be part of the typical array of magic tomes and scroll she's come across thus far.
The room was a mess in general, so perhaps sorting the area out, and categorizing it, could prove useful in determining what was left to search? She absentmindedly begins to do just that.
"Sharing..." she quietly repeats the words that the other has spoken. It's a curious thing. She's heard of stories of humans being consumed by dark spirits, a magic spell taken the turn for the worst. Experiments that leave one finding themself no longer alone...
...or, y'know. sometimes others just Exist. That's a possibility, too.
Niamh tilts her head, examining an especially sharp lance, before gently setting the weapon aside on the right side of the storage room. Still, confirming if an outside force was responsible would prove useful - especially if it paves way for other research she's looked into. And if not, well. The conversation itself will still prove interesting to her. It's a win win.
More importantly;
"...do you have a collective name, or..." she's typically Pretty bad at the formality thing, but somehow she's 180'd to actually being polite for once. "...are there others...?"
No sense of malice. Just curiosity, as she starts to stack a couple of the wayward scrolls in one of the corners of the room.
He lets his head fall to one side, thoroughly confused. He had expected her to be afraid or at least concerned when she heard about his Robin Situation, and yet here she is, asking perfectly reasonable questions and otherwise going about her business.
"...no," he says, and he's surprised at how truly taken aback he is by her demeanor. "There's not more. Just me and Robin."
Then his mind catches up with him and he returns to his usual attempts to seem big and intimidating. He clambers up to his feet and puffs out his chest as he says, "And I'm the strongest one," as if he is a pouting toddler instead of someone who used to be a god. Crossing his arms over his chest, he adds, "We don't have a fancy name or anything. I'm Grima. He's Robin. I'm a Fell Dragon and he's the weak little human worm I'm stuck with."
As long as he's trapped in here with her, answering her questions, he decides he might as well do something else too. So he joins her in sorting, absently, not intending to be helpful but looking for some way to pass the time.
"...what's your deal, anyway? You're a human? Or am I wrong?"
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Kurthnaga's eyes widen in shock at the notion that this man admitting that he was also not the age that he looked. He supposes that he does feel... something, now that he thinks about it. Something not entirely beorc about the professor. Though he is not quite sure what that something is.
Also... were there not beorc in this world whose appearance did not betray their age? Those who aged more gracefully than their peers.
And then he finds himself laughing through his shivers.
He smiles at the other man, the non-beorcness about him becoming that much more apparent now that Kurth really thinks hard about it.
With a nod of his head, he says, "Yes, I am. Is it that obvious?"
He laughs again, "I thought I was hiding it well, but I suppose my comment about age must have made it rather apparent; huh?"
"Well..."
Robin gives a nervous little laugh. Perhaps he had been jumping to conclusions a bit too quickly, but it was at least somewhat obvious. At least to another dragon.
"...you are hiding it well," he says, "but I think I probably sensed something about you that I wasn't quite fully noticing. I'm admittedly often better at picking up on these things, but maybe it's the snow keeping me from focusing..."
He drifts off for a moment, lost in thought as he tries to figure out why he isn't quite at the top of his game today. But then he shakes his head with a smile and adds, "Anyhow, your age comment was part of it, but I think there's more, too."
He might prefer to leave it there, but if he does, it's going to seem a lot weirder than it has to. With a shift of his weight and an attempt to get more comfortable under the blanket and cloak, he clears his throat. "Er... I am too. A dragon, I mean. Or at least, sort of. ...mostly."
stuck in a moment (with a dragon) {grima}
By the time the dragon asks, Niamh has already done a bit of snooping around. She lifts a couple of smaller boxes, checking what's behind or beside them; searches the shelves for any objects of interest; and checking under anything covered by a blanket to minimize the amount of dust the item underneath might obtain.
"...not particularly..." She answers, despite the intense focus she places on her investigation. "I was curious, so..." Kneeling down, she lifts another one of the boxes, though only by a few inches on one side.
Still, if the person before her was searching for someone else, then perhaps he's upset that he's the one trapped in here instead of that other person? Maybe? It's something to consider.
"I'm looking anyway..." She not so subtly points out. "If you tell me what it's like, I could find it for them..." She brings herself back onto her feet, tapping her chin a few times. "What are they like? That can help sometimes....everyone has habits..."
She still doesn't know this guy's name. But it's fine. She'll get to it soon enough.
What are they like? Grima frowns at that question. He isn't entirely sure he should admit to his whole situation with Robin, because that could cause problems for him down the line. On the other hand, it might also cause problems for Robin right now, which would be delightful.
He decides to err on the side of chaos.
"He's the other guy who shares the same body as me," he says, as if this is something everyone encounters all the time. "His name's Robin and it's his fault we're even at this stupid school in the first place. He wanted some kind of magic tome that was supposed to be in this room, so now it's his fault we're stuck in here, too."
There. Robin's very carefully guarded secret might as well get out to someone sooner or later. Grima smirks at himself in momentary satisfaction.
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"I suppose I do, in a way. She does not exactly need to be cared for every moment, but..." He does not even know where to begin when explaining Almedha's situation. How life had broken her from the bold and brave elder sister he had known in his youth to the woman who burst into tears so easily now. She had always been the brave one when they were young, allowing a much smaller Kurth to hide behind her. He hates that their roles are reversed now, because he has lost the sister he loved so much. He has lost everything that used to be, left with only a fragement of the past that he tried so desperately to cling onto.
"I'm not as young as I look, you know," Still, more often than not, he felt like a child and not the king he was supposed to be, "But I suppose I don't feel like I should be the one taking care of others. I've always been my kingdom's youngest, I wasn't expected to do this... before."
There had always been someone to look after him in his youth, someone to care for him, no matter how much he had longed to get away then. But some part of him now yearns to go back to when things were simple, when his family was whole and intact. When none of them had a care in the world, and no burdens on their hearts.
Things weren't so simple now. They never could be again.
Not like they were then.
It's not hard to see that something terribly difficult must have happened in Kurthnaga's past. The sense of melancholy he adopts when talking about these things, the parts of the story he isn't telling... Robin can more or less understand, even if he doesn't know the whole thing. He nods solemnly as he listens to Kurthnaga speak of the past and of his family.
"You definitely don't have to tell me what happened," he says, "but you're welcome to do so, if you want." Then, in an attempt to lighten things just a bit, he adds, "I'm also not as young as I look, for what it's worth."
It is only after he says it it that he realizes the two of them might have something more in common than he initially realized. Robin is well aware that the reason he looks younger than he is stems from his dragon heritage--and now he can't help but wonder if the same is true of Kurthnaga.
(After all, his name even suggests--)
"...are you a dragon?" he blurts, because they're stuck here together either way, and he might as well just find out now.
something like father daughter bonding
{mission board task 10/24, authority +1}
The "escape room" activity everyone had been talking about sounded like a great idea when Robin first heard it. After all, he loved solving puzzles and working through problems, and he was good at it, too! So he should've been a natural at working through the room's secrets and... winning, or whatever the goal was.
But now that he's here, waiting his turn to be paired with an unknown person to help solve the room's puzzle, he's second-guessing himself. What if he gets stuck with someone who doesn't know how to handle this kind of thing? What if he's paired with someone who doesn't pay any attention to the little details, or who doesn't like his (sometimes unorthodox) methods of tackling problems?
(Not that he would be setting any ships on fire for an escape room, but still--)
When his name is called, he takes a breath and steps forward to be led into the room by the attendant. And once inside the room, he only has to wait a moment longer to see who he's been matched with for the activity.
"Oh--Lucina! What a relief!"
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Ylisse State of Mind
“Alright, I think I can do that… so, uhm, introductions from the top, huh…”
How to describe himself? Robin already knows… well, *a* version of him, how do you describe yourself to someone who’s seen a you that isn’t you?
“My name’s… well, Yarne, son of Panne and…”
A traitor.
A betrayer.
A dead man.
“…Someone that I don’t really remember. But, anyways, I’m the last taguel, ex-member of the Shepherds,”
…Was he still counted as one? It had been almost a year now since he was last active - and here he was, on a completely different continent…
“And… studying abroad here at Garreg Mach. For both my continued survival, and… a chance at peace, away from the fury of… some people in Ylisse.”
He had only seen some of the anti-taguel hunting parties once or twice, but they still terrified him regardless.
“How about you? I mean, I know my Robin, but… who’re you as a person?”
Robin nods, listening carefully. Yarne doesn't seem terribly different than the Yarne he once knew, and he's relieved by that. He had always thought fondly of his version of Yarne and liked spending time with him, so this variation of him was a comfort. Something like a little piece of home... even if not quite.
"I guess... I'm..."
Who is Robin as a person? He has to stop and think about it--he has never been very good at defining himself beyond his relationships to other people.
"I'm here as a professor, teaching with a specialty in Thunder magic. I don't really know what to do with myself now that there isn't a war to fight and a dragon to stop, but I'm trying to figure that out."
Don't bring up other people don't bring up other people dont--
"Mostly I just learn, read, teach, and... you know, miss Chrom."
Ah, another conversational failure. He gives a sheepish smile in an attempt to cover it up. "It's funny, but I still think of myself as a dad here too, even though my own kids are far away in other timelines and other places. ....what are you studying here?"
Smooth.
snow covered dragons
Kurthnaga hopes they will not be stranded out here for too long, but for the time being, he is more than happy to cuddle close to the other man and take what warmth he can get, sharing information about their respective lives.
That was why he was here at the academy after all, to become a better king, and to learn more of the lands outside of Goldoa. To learn all that he was unable to when he had been cooped up within its borders all of his life.
"Family... yes, family is good! It is important to have people who are dear to you!" The only family he truly had left now was Almedha. His father may have been alive here in Fodlan, but once Kurthnaga left this place, the man would cease to exist to him again... right? He could only rely on Almedha, though... she was no longer as reliable as she had been to him in their youth, "... I greatly miss my family as well, my elder sister most of all. I may be able to write to her, but sometimes that isn't enough. Sometimes I wish more than anything that she could be beside me, that she could comfort me like when we were children. And that I didn't have to be the one to take care of her now..."
Robin casts a sidelong glance at Kurthnaga, watching his expression for an indication of how he's feeling. Talking about the people they missed might be more challenging than beneficial, and he doesn't want to push too much. Still, Kurthnaga seems to be providing the information relatively freely, for now anyhow... and it's still a useful distraction from the cold.
"Oh, so you take care of your sister?" he asks, trying to leave the question open-ended enough that Kurthnaga can reply as much or as little as he wants to. "You seem a little bit young to be in charge of caring for someone else, but... well, I also know it's never a good idea to make assumptions about someone based on appearances."
He would like to learn as much as he can about his current companion, but he does his best to keep the conversation as casual as possible anyhow. He has no way of knowing how difficult the topic might become.
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Kurthnaga cuddles closer to the older man - well, older in appearance at least, there is no doubt that Kurthnaga is certainly at least a century older than him - absorbing what little warmth that he could from him.
"Well, for starters, my homeland is far from Fodlan, and isolated even with our own continent," Though it brings no actual warmth to his body, it warms his heart to think of Goldoa. He tries to smile, but it is shaky as he trembles from the cold, "And my siblings are... very dear to me. Even when they are not with me..."
And Rajaion would never be with him again. He would never see his brother's face again...
"I don't know much about you either, though, Professor. Perhaps we can trade facts about ourselves as we wait for the storm to blow over? It would certainly help to pass the time...!"
Robin listens to him intently, trying to focus more on what Kurthnaga is saying and less on the cold. He can feel his companion shivering beside him, and he tries to scoot a bit closer to help keep him warm, although to little effect. The cold air is still biting, even though the tent provides some relief from the high winds outside, and Robin can't help but wonder just how long they'll have to stay here like this.
At Kurthnaga's suggestion, he perks up a bit. "Yes, that's a great idea," he says. "I'm happy to get to know you, and share a little about myself too."
Maybe he won't share all the details, but... anyhow, he's sure he has a few things he can say. Shifting a little under the blanket and cloak, he says, "I don't remember much about my life before I was in Ylisse, but once I got there, I became a military tactician almost immediately. And I met many people who became like my extended family... even if not by blood, I felt like I was tied to them all very closely." A pause. "I miss them a lot, now."
Snow Way Out!
(Grima & Ewan, Anniversary 2024, Heavy Armor+)
“Ehehe… I-I-I’ll be fine…!” He gave a bright smile and thumbs up! Hopefully the fire of his cheerful personality could help him ignore the biting chill seeping from his exposed legs to the core of his body. While he mostly was properly covered and insulated, his legs were the exception, covered only by his tights- a single thin layer of fabric. (Again, he was counting on clear skies. He also hates the sensation of long pants, SUE HIM.)
With one wobbly step after another, he kept moving forward despite the pain in his leg slowly getting worse from the cold. Positive thoughts, the mage kept telling himself. Positive thoughts! Don’t think of frostbite, think of a warm fire, a nice cabin, toasty marshmallows…. He could almost feel the sweet taste on his tongue.
…that is, until another heavy gust of ice cold wind smacked the poor child right in the kisser.
The pair finally made it into the cavern, the place only marginally warmer thanks to the wind not blowing into the entrance. Still, it was enough for Ewan as his legs buckled. “Eek!” Squealing softly, surprised at his own body giving out, he fell to the ground rather unceremoniously.
“Oops..! Ahaha, D-Didn’t mean to… f-fall over there!” Arms trembling, he pushed himself up into a sitting position, before leaning against the cave wall. “S-S-Sorry about that.. I-I’m okay…!”
Still smiling, despite the cold, he pressed his arms close to his body. The mage already had a lithe stature, being amongst the smallest in the student body. But somehow, curled up and shivering as he was, he managed to look even frailer.
He let out a soft sigh. “Man… T-This trip really went sideways, huh?” A light chuckle. “H-How are you h-holding up…?” He asked, concerned for the other man.
Grima might have been swayed enough by his Robin Half to ask this kid if he was alright to walk, but he wasn't ready to do much else. When Ewan claimed he was fine, Grima simply shrugged and went back to his slow trudge through the snow, not bothering to check behind him to see whether or not Ewan was still coming. If the kid made it to the cave, great. If not, eh. Grima wouldn't be going back for him.
Once inside the cave, he was surprised to notice that Ewan had more or less kept up with him. But then Ewan toppled over with a little squeak, and that didn't surprise Grima one bit. Humans. Weak little sad humans.
"I'm fine," said Grima, scowling. It wasn't exactly true; his teeth were chattering between his words, and his hands were trembling. It was exceptionally cold and wet, and he was cold blooded enough that it was starting to get to him... but he wasn't going to admit that aloud.
"Did you bring any.. coat.. blankets, anything?"
stuck in a moment (with a dragon) {grima}
She could be 'Person I'm Trapped With' if he really wanted her to be. She pretty often forgot to introduce herself unless she found the opportunity to - acting first, and speaking second, was her go-to method of handling things.
She does decide to answer him, though. "I am Niamh..." she states, carefully observing the person before him. Smell was an interesting term. He has better sense of smell than sight, perhaps? It's noted none the less.
Niamh's head tilts the other direction, her stray strands of hair following in suit. "There are Those who would want to lock me in here..." though, she's not sure if it was Her doing. Her actions were usually a bit more confrontational than this. Regardless; "...I suppose we'll have to find out..."
But maybe not immediately. Eyes wander to the various goods that the storeroom holds, and she heads over, surveying the contents of some of the boxes. "...were you looking for something, too...?"
Not that Niamh had an exact item she was looking for. But perhaps something in here could help them escape - and along the way, could locate what he's looking for as well, if he's indeed trying to find something in this mess of a storeroom.
"Niamh? Haven't heard of you, but that's probably a good thing." If she's someone he hasn't heard of, then she's someone who hasn't tried to kill him. Or performed experiments on him. Either way, a good start.
He leans back against the wall where he's still sitting and pouting. "Yeah, I was looking for something, but I don't really care if I find it." A shrug. "It wasn't for me, anyway."
Then he scowls down at a loose thread on his pant leg. He's still mad at Robin (this whole situation is his fault and so is everything else ever), and now he's frustrated that he isn't getting much of a rise out of this stranger. What's the point of being trapped if he can't bother some random human in the process?
Despite all his growing irritation, however, he's also curious about why she's in here. So after a moment of scowling he speaks up again, asking, "Did you want something in this room too?"
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"I don't much like the cold either," he says, climbing into the tent behind Kurthnaga and closing it tightly against the wind. "I prefer to be somewhere much, much warmer than this." Never mind the reason for that; whether because he's got too much dragon blood or because he's Plegian, he'd prefer not to think about it.
Instead, he digs through his supplies and produces a small, thin blanket. It isn't much, especially against this kind of weather, but he hands it over to Kurthnaga anyway. "Here, wrap up in this," he says, "and then I'll throw my cloak over both of us. I'm afraid we'll have to get close to each other to share, but maybe that's okay?"
He doesn't love the idea of sharing body heat with a stranger, but it's better than either one of them getting sick or freezing to death or something. Robin is nothing if not practical at his core.
"Yes, I too prefer a warmer climate," Though Goldoa was not overly warm, it was comfortable enough to live in for a dragon. Far from ever being too cold for their people, "Rather unfortunate then that we are the ones stranded out here..."
The young dragon takes the blanket, and though it is thin and not made for survival in a blizzard. But it is certainly better than nothing. He would rather have even a small bit of warmth than absolutely none at all.
"No worries! I am fine with that," He lets out a soft chuckle in between his shivers, smiling politely at the other man, "I grew up with siblings, I am used to having to share my space with others." ... More like his siblings had been used to sharing their space with him.
He nods at Kurthnaga’s agreement and scoots in close to him, throwing his cloak over them both and taking care to give Kurthnaga a little extra. He can’t exactly pinpoint how old his companion is, but he certainly comes across as young to Robin anyhow, and something within him very much wants to protect Kurthnaga in this situation.
(And Robin knows he shouldn't be surprised by that. He's always been protective by nature, but especially when it comes to taking care of those younger than himself, and even more so now that he knows what it's like to be a father--)
(And he misses his kids--)
He also wants to make sure neither of them falls asleep, just in case the cold gets to them a little too much. So, once they're settled under the cloak, he nudges Kurthnaga and says, "So tell me more about where you're from? Your siblings, or anything? I don't know much about you at all."
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Kurthnaga cannot hold back his shivers anymore as he follows the other man's eyes, nodding in agreement. He's too cold to pay attention, but he's sure what he's saying is wise. Robin looks like a smart man, after all. He surely knew what he was talking about.
It is only now that Kurthnaga realises that he really doesn't have any clothes made for harsh weather like this. Not currently on his person, or with the rest of his belongings back at Garreg Mach. He would have been doomed no matter; wouldn't he? The closest thing he had to any sort of winter gear was a ratty old cloak, with grains of sand still stuck tightly to it.
He clambers inside of the tent as soon as he can, pulling his body into a tight little ball. To see that he was unprepared for this situation was an understandment. He was more than unprepared. He was like... super unprepared!
At least they had this tent. That was good. Even if it wasn't the best in the world, it was better than nothing.
He manages to let out soft laugh through his chattering teeth, legs held close to his chest, "Freezing is putting it lightly, I think. I... don't think I'm built for the cold. Or at least it seems to be that way. Sad, because in a different situation, I would love to be able to watch the snow fall in peace."
"I don't much like the cold either," he says, climbing into the tent behind Kurthnaga and closing it tightly against the wind. "I prefer to be somewhere much, much warmer than this." Never mind the reason for that; whether because he's got too much dragon blood or because he's Plegian, he'd prefer not to think about it.
Instead, he digs through his supplies and produces a small, thin blanket. It isn't much, especially against this kind of weather, but he hands it over to Kurthnaga anyway. "Here, wrap up in this," he says, "and then I'll throw my cloak over both of us. I'm afraid we'll have to get close to each other to share, but maybe that's okay?"
He doesn't love the idea of sharing body heat with a stranger, but it's better than either one of them getting sick or freezing to death or something. Robin is nothing if not practical at his core.
snow covered dragons
The snow pouring down upon them now seems terribly beautiful to Kurthnaga. But unfortunately for him, his curiosity would probably be the death of him, were he to explore into the white expanse. Of all the things that could have happened...
He shivers, arms wrapped tightly around himself to keep any ounce of warmth that he can within his body, trying to stop his teeth from chattering. He's cold... he's so cold...
Kurthnaga perks up at the idea of shelter, any ounce of warmth that he could get.... would be greatly appreciated.
"Yes. We should set up camp," He nods in agreement, "It would be nice to... get out of the cold even just a little."
"Yeah, definitely. At least we can wait out the storm."
Gesturing to a nearby half-crumbled rock wall--one of the many very ancient ruins that dotted the landscape in this area--he adds, "If we set up the tent behind that, we'll at least get out of the wind a little more."
He does not wait for Kurthnaga to agree or disagree, but he does notice just how cold his current companion seems to be. Robin works as fast as he can to unpack the tent and set it up with Kurthnaga's assistance. He himself is getting colder every moment, too, but at least he has on a thick cloak to help with a little bit of the chill.
When the tent is finally ready, he gestures to it and says, "Please, get inside, you look like you're freezing out here."
