[Raidou stares at the mug for a moment, feeling the warmth it puts back in his hand that was stolen by the cold mountain air. He seems reluctant to let go of his bag, his precious cargo. Then only good thing obtained from this whole nightmare. Slowly, he sets it at his feet, still touching his body, as if afraid someone might try to take it from him. Who knows, LILITH might.
He takes the mug in both hands, looking into it as a way to avoid looking at Ratio. He's relieved to see that his hands have finally stopped trembling. Numbness has filled the space inside him now that the rage and panic have drained away.
He doesn't acknowledge Ratio otherwise, doesn't look at him or give him a nod in thanks. Nothing. Just a warm mug between his hands, concentrating so he doesn't let go.]
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He takes the mug in both hands, looking into it as a way to avoid looking at Ratio. He's relieved to see that his hands have finally stopped trembling. Numbness has filled the space inside him now that the rage and panic have drained away.
He doesn't acknowledge Ratio otherwise, doesn't look at him or give him a nod in thanks. Nothing. Just a warm mug between his hands, concentrating so he doesn't let go.]