[The shiver that she'd been trying to hold back finally lets loose through her whole body, and she can only grumble her little agreement as she is slowly tucked into the front of his jacket. Little does she know, her voice has taken on a higher pitch compared to what she hears in her head (which sounds perfectly normal).
Once she's in, she gives a little wriggle to make herself comfortable, and stares up at him, the feathers brushing the tip of his chin. Or tries to... this angle is very difficult, and a good view right up his nose—]
This magic was only on that island the last time, was it not?
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Once she's in, she gives a little wriggle to make herself comfortable, and stares up at him, the feathers brushing the tip of his chin. Or tries to... this angle is very difficult, and a good view right up his nose—]
This magic was only on that island the last time, was it not?