[Once she's off her feet, Yehudit feels her muscles go limp as she rests against Atem's back. Between the silence and her own pain and fatigue, she almost falls asleep right then, but is roused when he sets her down. She quickly curls up, gripping the cape he drapes over her shoulders, and glances over to him sitting beside her with a half-lidded look.]
Aren't you... cold, too? [Neither of them are exactly well-dressed for this hour of night. Well, maybe Yehudit more than Atem, with her robes and all.]
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Aren't you... cold, too? [Neither of them are exactly well-dressed for this hour of night. Well, maybe Yehudit more than Atem, with her robes and all.]