Title: Warmth
Fandom: Adventure World
Rating: G
Words: 100
Notes: Another Dheni-in-Ahkas drabble :)

Warmth

Sorrow wasn't accustomed to the travelling life. She understood that her situation necessitated a lot of moving around, and the others did what they could to help keep her comfortable. Sometimes, however, there wasn't much to be done.

The shifting scrublands between Oshuar and Kelnewar got very cold at night, even in Cypreus. Sorrow, huddled miserably up to the campfire, was startled when she felt a thick wool blanket – Sir Dheni's blanket – wrapped around her shoulders. The tiefling looked up at her benefactor.

"Oh, Dheni, I couldn't...."

"Poppycock, my dear! I may be old, but I am still a gentleman."