[Yomi approaches from across the park, detouring at the familiar face. She's not entirely empty-handed and hasn't been since a sword - her old sword, the one she trained with - was returned to her, wrapped in black cloth and thin twine.
Instead of waking him up, she quietly sets her sword down and starts to unbutton her coat. Even rock can get chilly in the cold weather, right? She'll just move to drape it over him — ]