"Is it?" she asked, following him obediently. "We have Pixie markets, of course, but they're mostly just to trade services." She hesitated before stopping, putting a hand on his arm. "Should I... grab a cloak? I wouldn't want to be drawing attention to myself."
She shook her head, raising her hands in surrender with a small smile on her face. "Oh, no, I couldn't do that. Then you'd be cold. I can just fly home really quickly."
"It's not very cold," he reassured, before squinting playfully at her. "Besides, sounds like someone is embarrassed."
The slightest tinge of pink flew to her cheeks and she glowered at him before opening a hand to him expectantly, waiting to be handed the coat.
She slipped it on carefully, gingerly sliding it over her wings and folding them neatly to avoid getting bunched. "I look wonderful, don't even lie."
She rolled her eyes, hurrying to catch up with him. "I don't have to look like a human to look wonderful, you know."
“Uh huh,” she said wryly, glancing back at the cloak. “Although, I think my eyes give me away a little.”
“Walk around with my eyes closed?” she said with mock indignation. “Sam, do you want me to fall on my face?”
