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He merely raises an eyebrow at her protest about not being cold, which is so immediately put to the lie by the way she shivers. But she accepts the offer, and when she has difficulty he reaches out silently to help fit the cloak in place over her shoulders. Her arm is free of its sling, but still limited in its range of movements.

But settle it does, and while he is reluctant to cease even this small amount of contact, he pulls his hand away once more as he examines her. "It is as well that you are tall," he says, still wearing that half-smile. "Merry, I think, would be completely engulfed."