oh holy night!

And so they went, a smooth five minute walk under the growing cold of the evening. Lyria held onto Shalem again to cover up from it, since they were warmer than she was, and they let her, a smile tugging at the corners of their lips. Once they got there Gran took their chance and went to buy some clothes for himself and Siete, and some stuff Drang asked them to buy for Sturm. “Why you?” asked Shalem. “So she won’t notice, he said. I think she already knows but she is just letting him do whatever he wants without ruining his hopes and dreams. At least for this special date”.