@divinefels
The rain had soaked both of them to the bone, a cold bone chilling rain that had them tumbling into the dark and dingy inn. He had given her his cloak, reminiscent of the day they met. The white collared shirt was clinging to his chest, nearly transparent. He hadn't thought of it, of himself. His mind circled around Elain, at how they ended up here. Lucien was grateful to have gotten a room, especially in this storm. No hot water, but he'd make do with his magic to warm the water for her. Lucien pulled Elain into the bathroom, a deep frown set into his features. "Your lips are blue" He watched as she fumbled to undo the cloak, fingers stiff and likely sore from holding onto the reins. "Let me" Lucien began to strip the fabric from her shoulders, her cloak, her dress, and even a tad shyly, the chamise. His fingers dip into the cold waters, swirling the water until steam begins to rise. His back remained to her, cheeks burning. "...Can you manage alone or shall I stay?"
