[She inhales, softly, at the sound of another voice. It reminds her of other times the kind jinba girl had come across her. Of course other people could hear her singing; there's no such thing as singing just for yourself.
Her hands ball into fists.] I'm not c-cold.
[The words are undermined by the chattering of her teeth.]
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Her hands ball into fists.] I'm not c-cold.
[The words are undermined by the chattering of her teeth.]