“You’re cold,” she said with a nod. “Francis Craw, soldier extraordinaire, can’t handle a few snowflakes.”
She kissed his neck lightly before frowning and unwrapping her scarf. The dark bruises from earlier were shadowy against her pale skin, but she didn't seem to notice as she wrapped the scarf around his throat. "I'm sorry you're cold."
She stopped to kiss him, her fingers grazing his face lightly before she pulled away. "I love you, Craw."
He hesitated, watching her carefully before embracing her, his face buried in her shoulder. "I love you.. I'm sorry you got hurt."
She blinked in surprise before hugging him back, her fingers brushing through the hair on the back of his head gently. "Don't worry, my darling," she murmured soothingly. "It wasn't your fault."