[ Oria looks past the window. The storm is still raging on, which means power probably won't be working anytime soon...
But it does get a little chilly, so Oria follows Sinclair, sitting wherever he does. If he puts out more candles, then that's less warmth. It somehow makes sense in his fuzzy brain right now. ]
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[ Oria looks past the window. The storm is still raging on, which means power probably won't be working anytime soon...
But it does get a little chilly, so Oria follows Sinclair, sitting wherever he does. If he puts out more candles, then that's less warmth. It somehow makes sense in his fuzzy brain right now. ]
Cold again...
[ He's too lazy to get his own hoodie. ]