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“Ferelden is fucking cold in the winter,” Taash stated the obvious around a frown.
Harding chuckled, hunkering down a little further under the furs she borrowed from Ma for their camping trip in the Frostbacks. “You don’t say.”
Taash scoffed as they paced restlessly, rubbing their arms vigorously. “I mean I’m not used to it. I run hot, but why does that make it worse?”
“Because you’re supposed to be under here with me,” Harding said with a coy smile. “There’s plenty of room to cuddle. I’ll even share my hot cocoa.”
Taash paused, raised their eyebrow. “Okay. Cozy time.”