@dikiyvter asked:
Rigatello seemingly manifests from the shadows -- plopping their heavy coat on Fischl's shoulders without a word, like the fussy nanny-bot they apparently are.
"... You will catch a cold," ( the rather long pause makes these words sound quite ominous for a moment ) "... if you were to get caught in... inclement weather like this. Does preparedness... mean little, to Mond citizens?"
⠀⠀⠀⠀A frigid sneeze... Gosh, when did this cold roll in? Had winter come early? Ah, she really should have brought some kind of heavy coat...
⠀⠀⠀⠀Suddenly she finds herself with the desired and required heavy coat... Suffocating her! Where had this come fr-
⠀⠀⠀⠀Ah. Every bone in her body tenses at Rigatello's voice, and she turns toward Riga like a startled cartoon character. She's still not sure if he holds her crashing into him against her or not, but..!
"A-ahem, one's divine form grants her a certain resilience to thine worldly ailments! Ahem, n-not that thou ist troubled by such things...!"