Tracey Davis (snarkies) wrote in fourteenshades, |
Tracey almost had to pause in step at the surprise of being offered his jacket for her to wear. She once again was looking at him as if she couldn't believe such a thing was happening ─ she almost couldn't. Still, after a bit of hesitation, she reached for his jacket and took it, slipping it on around her shoulders for warmth. It even smelled of him; how strange. "Thanks," she said quietly, not one to often say such things.
"And what do you want to do?" She knew it was a forward question, but she wanted to know. She had come from a time of war, after all, and needed guidance. Tracey never made much fuss about being a follower, after all.