[North is not a small man in the slightest. 6'4" and broadly muscled from years of training and fighting, there's not much to make him seem like anything less than a giant.
But as he is, in nothing more than his boxers with the sheets tangled around his legs, curled in on himself and trembling like a leaf in the wind, he seems downright tiny even in the small inn room.
Rascal is frozen in York's less familiar arms, trembling so hard he might scramble himself at the sight of his trainer so terrified.
North lets out a pained sound that's halfway between a cry and a whimper, and in the dim moonlight his big pale hands come up to protectively cover his head.]
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But as he is, in nothing more than his boxers with the sheets tangled around his legs, curled in on himself and trembling like a leaf in the wind, he seems downright tiny even in the small inn room.
Rascal is frozen in York's less familiar arms, trembling so hard he might scramble himself at the sight of his trainer so terrified.
North lets out a pained sound that's halfway between a cry and a whimper, and in the dim moonlight his big pale hands come up to protectively cover his head.]