Agree! How I made it would make more sense in my head:
Latvan saw the saintess on a bench. Alone. Alone?! How? Why? He couldn't guess. Could she be hurt in some way!? Poisoned? Stabbed!!? Rushing over he crouched close, inspecting her for injury.
Was she sleeping..?
She laid there unhurt, with a small snore. Sleeping... He breathed a sign of relief, only for it to ruffle her hair. Entranced he watched as they settled back down and she squirmed. He turn away quickly taking a deep breath to calm down, his cloak billowing behind him in the wind. *Pull*
Turning his head in her direction he saw... White. The white of his cloak. Of course! She was sleeping on a bench. Outside. "Warm"
He had to protect the elements to ensure her health. She shouldn't be out here alone... Without him...
-Continues regularly scheduled scenes.-
Oh god, the cape clinging part.
CRIIIINGE.
Maybe if I was younger, I’d love it. But god, that felt so FORCED. Clinging to a cape becaause it’s apparently “warm”? Bleh.