[Noa's gaze finally focuses when Dimitri moves the cloak over them and her eyes move upwards to watch it. Apparently feeling some type of way about this, her Stufful makes a loud sound like a bark, and, when Noa ignores it, one more. Without looking at it, Noa stomps in the mud once, and the Stufful flops down into the dirt again with no further comment.
Her stare doesn't linger. Looking towards more than at the Tepig again, she shifts the cape over her forearms and takes the Tepig into it with a very quiet little,] Hi, [and sets to work.
Her arm—it gently whirs and grinds under its own wrappings with the deft, rapid motions of her tying the cape around the Tepig—doesn't like the cold or snow or rain, and Noa doesn't like being limited. One learns to adapt. It's nothing like the thick furs above them, but the cape's material makes for an excellent shield from this particular element, at least. Imperfect on its own, but enough for now, and lightweight enough that Noa can wrap a tail end around the Tepig's head and tie it in a bow at its chin to give it a little hood that presses down its ears but keeps its head dry, too. Knots and wrappings are easy to practice, and Noa likes anything she can do with her hands.
Still a girl of few words, she holds her arms out again, this time presenting Dimitri's bundled-up companion back to him.]
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Her stare doesn't linger. Looking towards more than at the Tepig again, she shifts the cape over her forearms and takes the Tepig into it with a very quiet little,] Hi, [and sets to work.
Her arm—it gently whirs and grinds under its own wrappings with the deft, rapid motions of her tying the cape around the Tepig—doesn't like the cold or snow or rain, and Noa doesn't like being limited. One learns to adapt. It's nothing like the thick furs above them, but the cape's material makes for an excellent shield from this particular element, at least. Imperfect on its own, but enough for now, and lightweight enough that Noa can wrap a tail end around the Tepig's head and tie it in a bow at its chin to give it a little hood that presses down its ears but keeps its head dry, too. Knots and wrappings are easy to practice, and Noa likes anything she can do with her hands.
Still a girl of few words, she holds her arms out again, this time presenting Dimitri's bundled-up companion back to him.]