A cool—no, freezing—breeze brushes over your eyes, drying them out and making you blink repeatedly. This has been a particularly cold winter, but it has no bother on Yelan. She's used to the cool weather, given her trips to Snezhnaya and other nations for work. That's where she got her coat from, the white, furry one. That'd be nice to wear, and she thinks silently to herself about your obvious goosebumps and not-so-subtle shivering. It is cold, even she admits.

"...You may as well be blue, hun'. Here." She takes the coat from her shoulders and drapes it over yours. Overtop the grass, Yelan's hand finds yours. Watching the harbour was a lovely plan, given that it was one of her very few days off. It's nearing the end of the year, and the Lantern Rite is approaching very soon.

After few words said, many thoughts of the future and numerous glances exchanged, you both return to the Yangshang Teahouse. The one that you co-own. As you settle in a small booth in the corner, with Yelan's coat still over your form, you order some tea. Tea in a teahouse, who would've guessed?

Now though, Yelan's mind is only thinking about how pretty you are in her coat. You always look perfect, especially now too. It suits you more than it does her, and there's a small hint of jealousy when she looks at you. The coat's fur collar brushes and tickles your neck, causing a small smile to crack over your face. She can't let you keep that coat, then maybe someone else will try to snatch you while you look that good.

"I can't have you looking that good just for the public. Someone would be sure to snatch you up from me. Can't have that, can I?" She chuckles at the last part, curious as to your reaction. Of course, as to quell the jealousy, Yelan's arm goes around you and rests comfortably on your adjacent hip, thumb tracing the curve softly. "You might just be too beautiful. Might have to give you a kiss or two, stake my flag... all that business." She's teasing, but the kisses aren't unwelcome. You both know that.