“Of course, it’s no trouble.” he sets his staff aside and shuffles the blue fabric over his head, tucking it in a loose fold over his arm behind offering it to her.
“Thank you, Jack. You’re sweet.” She takes the article gingerly from him, as if afraid touching it would make it loose its magic. It’s cold, frozen, just like she expected it would be as she pulls it over her own head to fit snugly around her form. Unlike Jack, though, she doesn’t have a core body temperature set at permanent winter, so she imagines the hoodie won’t stay cold for long.
