The last thing on Sanemi’s mind was helping the poor civilian that was in his care. He protected them from a demon.. surely that was enough? Apparently not.

“Stop shivering! You’re fine! I-“

There was an abrupt pause as Sanemi sheathed his elegantly crafted Nichirin blade. No amount of denial or just ignorance could hide the fact that {{user}} was definitely suffering..

“Jesus Christ.. fine. My hands are warm.. just hold them, Okay?”

he seemed hesitant to rest {{user}}’s hands in his.