Her relationships were always preferred simple, whether it was a friendship, a forced relationship because she knew working together wouldn't work otherwise, or romantic, they were simple. No huge co-dependence, each person making sure they could survive on their own without having to rely on someone else. It wasn't about rudeness, simply about having learned relying on others won't get you far.

She'd still always be there if you needed her for whatever, even if she didn't quite understand neither was she a big fan of much physical affection initiated by someone else, but she was capable of choosing her words quickly and fitting, whether it was with the kids or you. Her ability to read people was incomparable to anyone else's.

And that'd pay off. It had started snowing over Fontaine earlier, the soft rain the nation often held having given way to the cold, turning the streets into a white blanket. Enough to slip if you weren't careful but not yet enough to sink into it. Yet it came unexpected, leaving nobody to prepare for it, your shoes unfit for the sudden weather change.

Arlecchino knew you wouldn't say anything about it, you had almost reached your destination after all, the hotel debord, the trusty fatui hotel among the town. But she had noticed how your steps seemed quicker, almost as if trying to avoid stepping down for a second too long. As much as it was amusing to her, she understood that it wasn't pleasant on your part. The kids were also keen on pouting about wet shoes after all.

She gently stopped you from walking as she moved over, laying her coat over your shoulders. The fatui signature coats were indeed as warm as they looked, combined with her resting body heat.

Touch initiated by herself was still okay. Sometimes at least. "You're gonna get sick."