Levan gave her a once-over, not with hunger but with a soldier's precision of ensuring she was whole. The innocence radiating off her was disarming, almost out of place after the night they'd had. He realized, belatedly, that she was still clutching the towel too loosely.
Without a word, he reached forward to adjust it, his knuckles brushing nothing but the fabric. When he drew back, his gaze never lingered. He only lowered his eyes, reminding himself to look anywhere but her skin. He did not know if she would even allow him to sleep beside her.
He said, "It's the northern region. The temperature drops even lower when the night falls."
She tilted her head, confused. "…?"
"Wool won't be enough to cover you from the cold, so the fastest way to keep your body from freezing…" He paused, as if testing the words before saying them aloud. "…is to share body heat."
Ilaria blinked once. Then twice. "…Oh." Her towel slipped a little, and she clutched it tighter. "You mean…?"
