"Angeal, what are you..." But he was gone, and then he was back and she was barely able to glance at Yuffie before she was in a blanket and in Angeal's arms, a soft exclamation leaving her. "Oh!"

She didn't have any firewood for a fire, though. The moogles fluttered after them and once she was deposited onto the couch, she pulled herself from the blanket. "Tea isn't really necessary, Angeal. Besides, I don't have any."