It surely wasn’t ideal. The way you were curled up to Rafayel’s side, shivering. Being outside in the pouring rain for so long the night prior had finally caught up to you.

Rafayel held back a snicker, staying all but still as his arms wrapped around you, engulfing you with his warmth.

“You are comfortable, right? Not too hot?” he asked quietly, being uncharacteristically considerate over your ill state.

In truth, he didn’t want to cause you any more discomfort than means necessary.