Nancy
Awkwardly smothered against a building, a tavern it seems based on the cheerful clanging of tankards, the great white Naga would shift his weight. He is not accustomed to having so little room to himself. He felt almost claustrophobic in the strangest way. There weren't physical walls constricting him from moving about besides this one he is leaning on. No, the walls were in his mind. Self-imposed walls of consideration for the folk around him, scuttling about their businesses. It may be a weakness that he would extend his consideration so far. He gave up his only treasure to a child who, for all he knows, could've easily ran away without a second thought. He supposes the fact that the boy hasn't done so thus far is a blessing to be counted.
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Seeing the cloak slip from the boy's sickly figure as they moved, he reached out to help adjust it. He would brush against the boy's skin in the process. The cold skin of the boy was a searing contrast to the warmth of the Naga's own body. It would cause him to jolt back in surprise, but he quickly recovers and continues gently pushing the boy out of the way. The cold and the seemingly soulless eyes signals to Nara that the boy would normally be immobile, lifeless. And yet here he is walking about the streets of the city. The boy may have been closer to death than the Naga realized at first. He definitely should not be out here. He should be resting, or even better yet stay at a healer's to be looked after.
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Speaking of the boy, Nara tilts his head at the strange words uttered. It was strange words he hadn't heard anyone else use, but his experience is limited in the first place. He gathered the boy mentioned fangs, but he hadn't bared his fangs or hissed at the boy even once. His tongue subconsciously run across his canines. They were sharp, as to be expected from one whose main diet is meat. He wouldn't turn them on a weakened innocent. But, the boy must see him as a potential predator, just as the Naga himself had been wary of a hunter. Anyone would be scared of a potential predator. It was life's instinct.
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"I harm you not." He tried to assure the boy. But even words can seem empty despite not being intended that way. What followed next was the boy expressing longing for someone else. A companion perhaps. A good sign knowing he wasn't alone in the world. And yet, they were separated somehow. It must have worried the boy enough to brave the cold despite his illness. Did something unpleasant befall the boy's companion? Nara thought to inquire further, "Your friend is where? You are sick, should not be out in cold. Ah-" The Naga curses softly in Itchsunian. The boy might take it the wrong way. He doesn't want to spook the poor thing anymore. "Don't mind. Just go home and get warm, okay? Do you go to healer?"
Marty
He couldn't budge nor move a single bone for winter had whisked away every bit of warmth Fithora once held, his body had long since been torn away. Being forced to clasp upon life once more did not go without its consequences for despite his efforts to warm and cuddle up with the sheets, it was futile an action which wouldn't even prolong the inevitable his body was cold blooded now. An ironic feet to behold before a reptilian creature he was helpless frozen to the bone before the coming stampede set before the scamp as though a nightmare he couldn't move nor budge to avoid their bodies ramming into his own. He was a passive stone planted before them incapable of what someone did toward his frozen body his eyes' began to dim still grasping upon a thread of a doubt that he would feel his reassuring grasp tug upon his body, there to guide him with his endearing grin, the partner he had gone upon a futile quest with setting out together to seek out their fortune together.

Fithora felt someones' hand urge his solid body to scrape along the cobbled surface toward where they stood, pushing upon the amber child it felt as though he were as heavy as a boulder barely did his form move let alone react toward the

Nagas' touch. Yet through sheer perseverance Fithoras' petrified body was reeled away from being swallowed whole by the oncoming pedestrians no longer would his body shudder it had become eerily still, though Nara could still feel the boys' iris's peering upon the snakes body the luminescent glow had since dimmed. This mere action surprised the lone wandering boy he had come to expect less of those whom knew the truth of what lay beneath his disguise, the wounds which spanned across his entire chest a stark beacon which warned other living beings Fithora was some twisted creature. Despite how frozen he felt the boy simply allowed himself to dragged forward he even threw his frigid body against Nara seeking out his warmth his voice wrought with fear he barely formed out"T-t'was as though a-a wretched terror... M-mine body t'would naught move I-I could do little to sway thee crowd. Though he shant come... At least you t'were here.." Despite fearing him moments ago being faced with the coming crowd of people incapable of movement had shaken the boy he had believed it was fated to end there and then, without Naras' intervention he would once more know the sting of death it terrified Fithora beyond all else. Even if he felt a little embarrassed holding upon a stranger there was warmth here warmth his body lacked it was mere survival to hold upon Nara, seeking out his warmth the naga would soon see his fingers begin to wiggle once more the boys body nearly suffocated any warmth the snake had. Being so close toward a boy he didn't know the stench of pine sap bashed against the snakes senses it wafted from the curious little creature whom begun to steal away his warmth, something he sorely

Needed to survive it would seem the cloak would do nothing for someone cold blooded.

Fithora hadn't felt a body so close to his own it was a comforting sensation he was reluctant to allow to simply slip from his grasp, besides the longer he held on it felt as though his body was loosening up warming his frozen blood. The mans initial question wouldn't trigger any distrust it was once the naga mentioned a healer would his fingers begin to dig into the reptiles flesh shaking his head rapidly "Nay nay... You simply can't send me toward t-thee whom can mend wounds fore there tis a lack for them to mend, I-I mustn't be seen through their eyes' once more I beg t-thee no matter what may fall naught there." The foolish boy announced something he shouldn't have toward a stranger claiming there was something they shouldn't see with their own eyes', for he knew from the healers that often visited his families dumpy shack they would often remove his shirt checking his pulse. As well how thin he had become during his final days within their home Fithora then had easily bought what his mother told him it was merely to ensure he hadn't fallen ill for there was a disease spreading throughout their hamlet. He wasn't always so paranoid about others' intentions easily believing those he loved without a single doubt.
Nancy
The iciness of the boy's body would send shivers down Nara's spine. He didn't know how it was possible, but it felt as if the boy was even colder than the winter snow. The poor boy must be suffering. And yet, the boy adamantly refused to be brought to a healer. The Naga grumbles in a foreign language. It must have been because whoever the healer was refused to give the boy treatment because he did not have any of those 'shiny rocks'. Nara had first hand experience after all, being chased away from various establishments because he did not have those 'coins'. But he was not ill at the time, he was merely seeking temporary shelter from a storm. How could they be so heartless as to turn away a poor, sickly boy? They must have threatened the poor thing too, given how terrified he sounded. Oh, if only he could have some very stern words with the healers in this colony. He won't, of course, because then a dozen or more guards would come to remove him.
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If Fithoras would allow it, Nara would attempt to rub the boy's back through the cloak hoping friction would help warm him up some. *He needs to get out of the wind, be near fire*, he thought. He peered inside the building they found themselves pressed up against. Just being near the window seems to emanate some heat in the midst of biting cold winds. It was a tavern, surely they had a hearth. Nara nods towards the building, "For now, go inside? They must have fire. Cold not good for you."
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Nara didn't care that the owners are likely to chase him out again for taking up space without coin, essentially free loading. To him, all that mattered is the boy should get out of the cold as soon as possible. He doesn't know where the boy lived, it might be on the other side of town for all he knows, and it might take too long for the boy to reach his home on his home. Carrying the boy home himself is out of the question too, for he would not reveal his residence to a stranger like Nara. Through elimination, the best thing to do would be to take shelter in a nearby building. Nara would even offer his services to the owners if he has to in exchange for them taking the presumed to be ailing boy in. If they needed some creatures hunted to replenish stock, need a message delivered, anything for a night of warmth.
Marty
Clung upon Nara for dear life the child caught in-between still breathing and embracing his faint body any hint of life which still resided within him had been robbed by winters bitter touch. Clenching his eyelids taught his fingers begun to rupture oozing out trickles of his amber blood staining the bandages an off orange color, his body flinched feeling moisture slip from his iris he was desperate for warmth. So desperate he forwent whatever bit of skepticism was left within his heart over this peculiar beast, a venomous creature known toward his people to kindle fear and mistrust within their ranks. An deceitful creature which the boy was acting stupid for literally wrapping himself within the warmth of another seeking out reassurance to know his numb body wouldn't succumb toward the elements.

Toward even his own clan the ideal of an undead was frowned upon seen as a literal affront toward the deity they worshipped, through his experiences attempting to reconnect with the living realm he was met

With spite. Cast aside with scorn treating him lesser than human a mere abomination that dared to tread across the realm Fithora often wondered in his heart if even those whom he had cared for his partner the one he traversed with would still accept him for what he had become. Such thoughts compelled him to refuse allowing anyone to see what he truly looked like beneath the layers of cloth he hid himself within out of fear for how others would treat him, being here riddled the child with uncertain anxiety coming here simply out of the want to embrace this accursed blessing hoping to achieve what he had set out to find in the first place. Fithoras' body shuddered as Nara rubbed his awfully firm back it didn't quite feel like flesh "T-thee winter tis... Blightful ever so a-awful I t'would rather b-be amongst they whom still usher breath t-than feel this burn. Though it begs me o' it begs me to wonder, of a-all thee kind souls... Prithee allow me to know why doth you show t-this twisted creature such warmth?" The childs orange blood dribbled upon the snow seeping through his bandages his skin though nearly stone like was fracturing from the cold cracking as though skin, it was unbearable holding upon the Naga helped him through. "Surely such a-a creature t'would rather slither away... T-t'would naught be thee first whom rather depart.." The boy would allow himself to follow or be dragged by Nara, no matter what his answer was for he needed warmth his body no longer held.