She could see him deliberating at that moment, and she'd all but bet on him snatching it from her and stalking away. But he didn't. Instead, she watched as his hand curled around hers. Even though the gloves she could feel the slight warmth from his hands despite the cold of the night. Perhaps it was the fading adrenaline or the rarity of the gesture that did it for Rowan. She looked at him, her gaze slightly distant as her hand lowered. "I hardly think you were without troubles too." she said, thinking of the words that Walter had thrown at him with such ease, it had slightly scared her.

"Are you alright?" she heard herself asking.

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