[Just this once, she lets herself be swept off her feet by someone else, lets him carry her. Merida reaches up, tugging the hood of her cloak around her face as a buffer against the wind, trying not to be shocked by how warm he is. She keeps her head tucked to avoid the sleet and cold, her other gloved hand holding onto his shoulder not by choice but because it helps keep her balanced - she doesn't want to go toppling off at this speed.
Oh, he asked a question. Merida pauses, breath coming out in a small fog of air as she sighs.]
Look, it wasn't like this when I left.
[If her cheeks weren't tinged pink from the cold they would be by her own embarrassment at herself for thinking she could withstand it instead of heading back to the fortress. But she had already been too far out to go back at a decent hour on foot.]
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Oh, he asked a question. Merida pauses, breath coming out in a small fog of air as she sighs.]
Look, it wasn't like this when I left.
[If her cheeks weren't tinged pink from the cold they would be by her own embarrassment at herself for thinking she could withstand it instead of heading back to the fortress. But she had already been too far out to go back at a decent hour on foot.]