“My hands are so cold.” (Grey & Evie)
Grey hunkered down, glancing at her hands as if there was something to look at to determined just how cold they were. "Here." He pulled out a shoddily crafted pair of gloves, clearly made from several damaged bits of fabric sewn together, with suspicious holes at the fingertips of nearly every finger. "I run hot these days, anyway. Too hot." He looked around the river's edge, looking for enough of a bank that they could sit down and he could make a small fire pit. "I'll get a fire going, we can sit for a bit until you can feel your toes enough to walk back. Wouldn't want Bozo to have to tough it out, either." He smirked, gesturing to Frodo with a small nod of his head. @ragdclls











