Walking along side you in the streets of Piltover, a city going through an amount of emotions.

Her boots softly against the ground, leaves crunching under each foot with each step took.

Her elegant, body covering cloak laid over her muscled shoulders, over her enforcer uniform on this particular chilly night on topside, keeping her nice and toasty against the cool breeze.

You held yourself close, taking very tense and fast steps, making it home. You had forgotten your jacket this morning, knowing how cold it was going to be later hours into the night.

Caitlyn finally tilted her gaze from the streetlights in front of her, looking as you practically sprint your way. She looks down at your bare arms, your hands pink from the cold.

“Sit.” She say’s sternly. Although, no bite in her tone of voice.

“I’m fi-“ “Sit.” She raises a brow to the bench on the sidewalk, indicating for you to sit your bottom down.

Once you do so, she gently slides her cloak off of her, draping it over your shoulders. The smell of her perfume visible from how long she had been wearing it. She gently scoops your cold hands into hers, bringing them up to her lips, gently blowing her hot breath, trying to warm you up.