The frost and snow on his clothes has melted by now, leaving them wet - but he needs to stretch, and so he does stand, visibly shaking as he does so. His mind is elsewhere, though, his expression shifting around before settling on...a very telling, very sad look of a hope he's afraid to feel.
He turns back towards Herbert, hugging himself around the elbows, standing there knock-kneed as he asks in just the tiniest voice:
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Date: 2021-11-20 03:36 am (UTC)The frost and snow on his clothes has melted by now, leaving them wet - but he needs to stretch, and so he does stand, visibly shaking as he does so. His mind is elsewhere, though, his expression shifting around before settling on...a very telling, very sad look of a hope he's afraid to feel.
He turns back towards Herbert, hugging himself around the elbows, standing there knock-kneed as he asks in just the tiniest voice:
"...So there's nothing...wrong...with me?"