[ They could have just stolen the blankets; he's sure Hieke wouldn't have raised too big a fuss about that. But their clothes are dry enough that it's not too terrible outside, even after Kano shrugs off his hooded jacket— thin and short sleeved and not doing anything for the cold so much as he just likes wearing it— and throws it over Imelda's head, tugging the hood down over her eyes. ]

It's a bit of a secret, so don't peek, alright? Won't you indulge me for a while? I'll hold onto your hand, so you don't have to worry about bumping into anything~