𝙼𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚕 𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚏𝚎

There is definitely a chill that grows all the more noticeable, the moment her pants are removed. Her legs do fold inward at first, as if trying to protect herself, but she quickly chides herself into opening them once more. As nice as the blanket sounds -

"I want to see your face, Sky." She punctuates this by reaching down, thumbing over the Dryad's cheek once before tucking her hand back into her hair. "I don't - want to miss any of this."