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[center][h3]Brewing Storm[/h3][/center]

[center][i][color=f7976a]It's cold.[/color][/i][/center]

Her clothes were already thin as they were, but the absence of only a part of it proved to quickly take its toll on her. Although she had a Semblance that resembled that of a snake, Sangue was... not really a snake. Neither was she an actual snake nor a snake Faunus; her body did get affected by things most human beings could be exposed to. She knew that she did not undress for no reason, for the survivors were on the verge of freezing to death, and she had a lot more energy to spare than they did.

A young man who she had not seen before (at least in her memories) thanked her for helping the survivors out. She felt a bit better about herself and nodded and turned back to the weakened person next to her.

Everyone sat close to each other, though Lauren gave the young man a strange look. Judging by the way the brawler looked a bit tense, the swordswoman deduced that her friend did not trust him too well at that moment. Said man soon got up and brought warm coffee, handing Sangue a mug and letting one of the survivors have a sip. She respectfully received it from him and sipped the warm drink before she watched him down the mug quickly.

"[color=f7976a]...[/color]"

Looking down at her mug, and then at the man's, she mimicked the way he drank from the mug, albeit with a blank expression held throughout the entire thing. Sangue let out a quiet cough as she glanced at the man who gave her coffee once in a while, intrigued by the lighthearted air around him.

The cold became less prominent than before thanks to the drink.