The Bosmer gently shook head head as he took off a layer of clothing. It left him with a tunic and leggings that seemed to be made of threads and hope, but Jinn didn’t seem to mind; he very carefully offered the khajiit his other clothes, mouth twitching in what eventually became a timid smile.
“Too d-d-da-dangerous,” he mumbled, a little desperately. “Ma-makes everyone thi-ink you want t-t-o fight…”
The offering of clothes caused the Khajiit’s brows to pop up in surprise, about to reach for it before his eyes caught the sight of blood still on his hands and was reminded of the blood all over his face. He briefly washed as much as he could off with snow, staining it scarlet before taking the shirt with a grateful look towards the mer.
“Th-thanks.” J’hasi said, feeling his jaw start to tense and chatter a little as the cold at his back battled with the warmth at his front. He was a little concerned about the Bosmer keeping warm enough, but he wouldn’t’ve offered had he not been okay with sharing his clothing. The Khajiit pulled the shirt over his head, shivering again as what remaining heat from the stranger lingering in the cloth sank into his own flesh. He looked at the deer with a slight frown.
“I’ll have to come back when I have my stuff with me.” he muttered, eyes flicking to the fire for a few moments, scooting a little closer to it before he huddled in a ball. His arms were drawn up to his chest, his legs pressing into his stomach and torso as he leaned forward, his tail keeping his balance as his feet simply had to deal with being on the cold ground. He was still hungry, but without a means to cut up his meat, he wouldn’t be able to eat any more unless the mer was alright with him tearing raw flesh off the bone and getting his shirt all bloody.
Oh. Right.
“S-so what’s your name?” J’hasi asked, cocking his head a little as he looked over at the Bosmer, the firelight throwing his features in harsh contrast, black and orange, with green eyes glittering in the dim lighting of the landscape. It felt strange, almost out of place having such normal things like introductions right after something out of the ordinary happened that caused the meeting in the first place.
It certainly said something about the Khajiit’s life when it had finally stopped being weird and became more of an uncommon occurrence.
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