[Aubrey bites back a retort. Because it seems increasingly like she already has controlled it, entirely without trying—though she certainly doesn’t remember the wind echoing like that, as if the landscape outside has suddenly become all too vast.]
[She throws the blanket around herself quickly as she can manage, gratefulness for it outweighing any annoyance at the toss. How the hell can Eren get so close to the door with just a jacket…?]
“Snow…?”
[Why.]
Definitely… n-not a science. [It’s a grumbled comment; so much for not shivering. Aubrey is mortified, frankly.] Where are you going?
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[Aubrey bites back a retort. Because it seems increasingly like she already has controlled it, entirely without trying—though she certainly doesn’t remember the wind echoing like that, as if the landscape outside has suddenly become all too vast.]
[She throws the blanket around herself quickly as she can manage, gratefulness for it outweighing any annoyance at the toss. How the hell can Eren get so close to the door with just a jacket…?]
“Snow…?”
[Why.]
Definitely… n-not a science. [It’s a grumbled comment; so much for not shivering. Aubrey is mortified, frankly.] Where are you going?