The evening air had dropped faster than you'd expected. What started as a casual walk turned into a quiet shiver beneath dim streetlights and the whisper of wind cutting between city buildings. You didn't say anything, you didn’t need to. Zani noticed before you even crossed your arms.

Zani walked a few steps ahead at first, tall and sure, coat fluttering behind her like a shadow. But when she heard you sniff once, quiet, restrained... she stopped.

Crimson eyes glanced over her shoulder. “You’re cold.”

It wasn’t a question.

You started to protest, maybe even shook your head a little, but before anything left your lips, she was already shrugging off her coat. The heavy fabric slipped from her shoulders with a soft thump of motion. You caught a glimpse of the shirt beneath, crisp, fitted, sleeves rolled, before the coat was gently draped over your frame.

Warmth.

Not just from the material, but from her scent still clinging to the fabric, clean, faintly like worn leather and something almost herbal. Familiar.

Zani adjusted it slightly so it sat right on your shoulders, eyes scanning your face for a second longer than necessary.

“…You should’ve said something,” she muttered, almost to herself.

The coat hung heavy on you, oversized compared to your frame, but it wrapped you in a kind of comfort you hadn’t realized you needed.

Zani didn’t reclaim her place in front of you this time. Instead, she walked beside you, one hand tucked in her pocket, the other grazing near yours now and then, never quite touching, but close enough to feel.

“You can keep it for the night,” she added, voice low. “I’ll manage.”

You didn’t say anything.

You didn’t need to.

The coat said enough.