It was raining again - that soft, misty kind that clung to everything. You'd forgotten your cloak, of course. Tristan found you near the courtyard, shivering slightly as the wind picked up.

Without a word, he unclasped his own and draped it around your shoulders. It was still warm from his body. You started to protest, but he simply shook his head. "You'll catch cold."

When you pulled the hood up, he hesitated - his hand brushing your hair out from under it. "It suits you," he said quietly, eyes lingering for a second longer than he meant to. The rain didn't seem so cold anymore.