[ EMBRACE ]: receiver wraps their arms around the sender and holds them close in an effort to conserve body heat during a snow storm. // M'Kairen. 🙈 @eorzeasaved
The snow shelter was erected, the aetheric heater turned on, and M'Kairen was still dripping wet and not quite shivering. His lips were blue, and his eyes were wide, and he seemed to be having some trouble moving his fingers. All bad signs.
The snowstorm had blown in quickly, even faster than Aymeric had expected it to when he saw the telltale signs of a blizzard on the horizon. They had stopped in their journey from Mor Dhona as soon as it became apparent that they wouldn't make it to Whitebrim before the storm hit, and together, they had erected a snow shelter.
But it wasn't enough. M'Kairen wasn't used to the cold, being a Sharlayan scholar and not an Ishgardian soldier. He was only coming to Ishgard for one reason, and that reason was Aymeric's dear friend, so he had been the one to come fetch the miqo'te. They had known each other for a mere two days, and things were about to become very intimate between them.
Aymeric sighed as he shrugged off his armor and cape. Below it, he had plenty of layers on, but it seemed like M'Kairen had not known how to dress for the cold. He did not have layers on, so when Aymeric helped him out of his wet clothing, he was down to a pair of long underwear, heavy snow boots, and nothing else.
“Come here,” Aymeric instructed, motioning for M'Kairen to join him in front of the heater. Once the other man was sitting down in the packed down snow, Aymeric slid behind him and wrapped his arms around the much smaller miqo'te. “Pardon the awkwardness of my gesture. We need to conserve body heat.”
