“I stole it.”
> _** –- “**_ … If you were cold, you could have just _asked_ for my jacket. _**”**_> There was a faint undertone of playfulness to the light words. Where Charles would normally be **FURIOUS** at the intrusion of his personal belongings, Kassandra was still trying to rest in her wounded state. She could have his jacket for as long as she needed if it would allow her _**any**_ semblance of feeling more at ease. > It’s not like the man needed it anyway in the mild spring weather, the pale blue shirt **CLINGING** to his muscles as a sheen of sweat still _glistened_ across his brow. He had only stepped inside the tent for a brief moment to check on her take a break from chopping wood, the crisp morning air refreshing across his smooth skin.