[It's practically wiped up entirely by the time she's lowered the blanket, and his words only force her to settle back into her previous position against the wall. Albeit feeling slightly dejected. Sometimes she finds it hard to gauge his reactions, though. Is he annoyed, indifferent? Perfectly fine? Who knows. But she stays where she is, watching him curiously, and waits for him to come back.
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She's already starting to feel cold again.]