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Six Sentence Sunday ~

Slight QS chappie11 spoilers beneath the cut. I should have the whole thing done by the end of the month. Patience and faith, friends~!

Fortunately, Groose seems to dismiss it as merely a trick of the cold. Still, his features twist with concern, and unable to wear his thoughts anywhere but on his (nonexistent) sleeve, he unclasps his cowl and throws it over the other’s shoulders. On his massive frame, it had hardly reached his biceps; on Zelda, it covers her down to the elbow.

She starts to protest, only for her breath to catch in her throat.

“Don’t worry about it,” he says shyly, mirroring her growing flush as he returns to his post. “It’s nice out, anyway.”