Almost unconsciously, Moran relaxes against Xunxian. The heat they will get from this is minimal, but comfort is not something to scoff at in adverse circumstances.
From Xunxian's reaction, he can guess Xunxian is also missing his. Which is more troublesome, because Xunxian's fan is his weapon while Moran's mostly has sentimental value.
Moran squeezes Xunxian's forearm, ready to chastise him gently for making promises he doesn't know if he can keep, only to be stopped by the feel of the sheer silk, so fine it is barely there.
".... Xunxian, you're not dressed warm enough for this weather. Come here."
He's going to try and take off his outermost layer so they can at least share it It's not that much thicker than Xunxian's, but it's still better than nothing.
He will find a way to deliver, whatever it takes. This is important.
... and then Moran is trying to strip and Xunxian starts shaking his head.
"My lord, you--"
... he what. It is not as though Moran will watch him freeze to death, so Xunxian takes a deep breath and disentangles himself enough to allow the disrobing - only to shift once again as close to Moran as possible and wrap the garment around them both. There. He will not argue that his usual clothing truly is not meant for cold. But he can't leave Moran with less than what meager warmth he has. So, a solution that should work for both problems.
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Feeling Moran's heartbeat against his chest, that is the most that he needs, anyway.
After a moment, he moves to try to help tie up the ribbon beneath Moran's hair, then busies with his own, too, before the words make him stiffen.
"It - You will have one again."
His voice sounds more sober than even moments ago. The words really are - bracing. And the reminder that he has nothing of his own, either.
"I'll get us a new pair."
He is not sure if they are in zodiac land anymore, but that doesn't matter, does it?
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From Xunxian's reaction, he can guess Xunxian is also missing his. Which is more troublesome, because Xunxian's fan is his weapon while Moran's mostly has sentimental value.
Moran squeezes Xunxian's forearm, ready to chastise him gently for making promises he doesn't know if he can keep, only to be stopped by the feel of the sheer silk, so fine it is barely there.
".... Xunxian, you're not dressed warm enough for this weather. Come here."
He's going to try and take off his outermost layer so they can at least share it It's not that much thicker than Xunxian's, but it's still better than nothing.
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... and then Moran is trying to strip and Xunxian starts shaking his head.
"My lord, you--"
... he what. It is not as though Moran will watch him freeze to death, so Xunxian takes a deep breath and disentangles himself enough to allow the disrobing - only to shift once again as close to Moran as possible and wrap the garment around them both. There. He will not argue that his usual clothing truly is not meant for cold. But he can't leave Moran with less than what meager warmth he has. So, a solution that should work for both problems.
He thinks.