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He raised his eyebrows at her as he let go. "Demons generally feel warm."
She looked over at him. "No, but I've wondered what they look like."
He took them in his hands thoughtlessly. Despite having been in the snow they were rather warm. "I'll be fine. See? Let's just get back to the fire."
Cal didn't notice, her knees pulled to her chest as she sat in front of the fire.
He pulled her yellow coat off, carefully placing it back on her with a small nod. "Let's go."
She went back to her spot, sitting down again.
He stoos back, resting his hands on his hips. "Now what? Does it need a face?"
She grinned at him, her shoulders relaxing as she took his hands. "I'm really glad. We should go get the food before it burns."
He nodded slightly, rolling over his ball for the snowman.
She exhaled, pulling her hand away. "Thank you for teaching me."
He didn't look up at her, still focused. "What?'
She laughed a little, but seemed nervous. She reached up and rested her hand on his jaw, her thumb brushing the cut. "Are you sure it's okay?"
He huffed, continuing to work on his one ball as it grew larger when he rolled it.
She still seemed nervous, but looking up at him hopefully. "You are?"
He squinted at her for a moment before returning to his as well, his hands working deftly.
She came over to him, going to check on his cut anxiously. "I didn't want you to get hurt."
He turned a little, looking stubborn as he glanced over at her. "..And it's going to be bigger than yours."
She dropped them, her eyes wide. "Ben! Are you okay?"
He pulled his hands away and got his own snowball. "I can do it myself."
She frowned, getting more into it as he blocked it off. She shifted her stance to turn them back around toward him, and they moved quickly.
