[He really shouldn't feel a little satisfied or pleased that she ended up wearing his cloak, but for a brief moment he does before she rushes to him to put it on him instead. His brows furrow slightly into a troubled expression, and for a very real moment he's about protest and make her wear it again instead before it got too wet. But his partly opened lips close as he doesn't feel like starting an argument with her and instead opts to be obedient this time.]
...There's a small towel in the right pouch over there. [He nods his head towards where he had left his bags before he starts walking closer to the fire, dropping the wood off to the smaller pile.
He then begins to remove his gun holster and gloves, setting them off to the side to dry before sitting down.]
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...There's a small towel in the right pouch over there. [He nods his head towards where he had left his bags before he starts walking closer to the fire, dropping the wood off to the smaller pile.
He then begins to remove his gun holster and gloves, setting them off to the side to dry before sitting down.]