The chill in the air is subtle at first, just a light breeze that grows sharper as the day wears on. You shiver, rubbing your arms instinctively, hoping to hide it. But Xie Lian is by your side, perceptive as ever, and he notices before you can brush it off. Without a word, he slips his cloak off his shoulders and drapes it over you, his hands lingering just long enough to make sure you’re properly covered.

“Here,” he murmurs, his voice warm and gentle. He gives you a soft smile, the corners of his eyes crinkling slightly with quiet affection. “It’s a bit worn, but it should help.”