In truth, she was sweating profusely, as if on queue, a droplet rolled down her back between her shoulder blades, tracing a cold path down her spine beneath her clothing. Alas, she didn't like exposing... Herself, persay. She had attempted in wearing some loval garb and the result in truth made her quite uncomfortable, hence the heavy woolen cloak she clutched about her as if it was the only thing anchoring her to Ansgar's green earth.Following the tall scaled man, she forces a tiny smile.
" I am... Very, very, very hot," she confirms with a soft laugh, repeating the word 'Very' in Thranti as if using it as an excuse to think of what to say next," But- I feel... Unahppy in the clothing I am in-" switching carefully to her native langauge she spoke," I feel uncomfortable, otherwise- I uh- hm... I apologize," she starts and stops hesitantly. Social interaction was mever her forte and this was merely one example of hundreds she could add to that file.
Forcing herself to relax, she released the hem of her cloak, reaching upward to carefully reach upward, attempting to braid her long hair over her shoulder as they walked. Her fingers briefly brushed his chest as she moved them through her hair- his scales felt hard yet warm. Causing her to look to him with surprise- vaguely she blushed but- she did not know why. Maybe the whole implication of being wed made her akin to a legitimate blush bride, how embarassing.