You're going to catch your death out here, dressed like that.

[ Hahahaha. Oh Lux, if only you knew. But even if she did, she would probably still fuss over him regardless. It's her way—worry about others before herself. She watches him wring out his scarf with a worried smile, one that stretches a bit when he mentions ransacking so nonchalantly.

That. Hmm. Nope, she's not going to touch that one right now. Besides, he had her at "cute boutique", so there's no going back now. He's unknowingly appealed to her need to be fashionable. ]

I think I would be happy with anything that's warm and dry. [ Mostly true. ] I'll follow you then, ah... [ A beat, as she tilts her head. ] I'm not sure I caught your name. I'm Lux. Lux Crownguard.