The feeling was sensational, a dark embrace she had never felt before. Closing her eyes she listened to his breathing, it was almost unnoticeable but slowly she could hear his body inhale and exhale air. She stood against his chest, the coldness of his dead skin felt like nothing she ever felt before, but this way she could try and breathe the way he did. Controlling every inhaling moment she shivered under his grasp by the sight of the young man entering the room. When he finally let go of her she tried to keep that embrace around her, but lost her newly found friend as soon as it came. The dissapointment on her face was evident, she could never be able to succeed in something like that on her own. Trying to cloak herself in her own stumbling way she was successful in making herself look like some shimmering image.<br/><br/>She sneaked up behind him, feeling the soft wind of his body replacing itself in the small corridor staircase going up to the hallways of the monastery. A sudden idea popped into her head, remembering his cold skin she knew he was still missing his gear.. A blush appeared on her cheeks, ashamed of even thinking about such thoughts as him still walking around in nothing then his silken underwear.<br/><br/>"Sir..." She whispered as softly as she could, her voice broken by the effort she had put in cloaking herself. "Sir... I might know where your armour is...  I've been in that room, it's around the corner, at the end of the hallway left. I picked the lock, but couldn't find anything then robes and some leathery spiked armour..." She digged into her pockets and took out a small throwing star, extremely sharp and beautifully crafted. "I think this is yours..."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>