[Aina - new]

When Aina had first ventured into the street, she found the night
cold, but not unbearably so. Slowly, however, the residual heat of
the tavern fled her bones, along with the ale-induced warmth in her
stomach.

Now she was cold. Miserably cold. She hugged her own thin body.
Her patchwork of worn-out clothes afforded her little protection;
instead, they billowed and swirled, creating wind pockets that
chilled her further. Her nose had gone numb a few minutes
previously, and now felt like a piece of deadwood at the edge of her
face.

Finally, she could take it no longer. She ducked under the awning
of a nearby shop. Here, at least, she would be sheltered from the
bitter wind. She would rest a moment before continuing.

[Oz – Old]

"Aina, my goodness! That cloak is about worn through! Why don't
you share my cloak and let me walk you home? It's quite big enough
and it should help to keep the both of us a bit warmer."

[Aina - new]

Aina dazedly accepted Ozander's offer, her cold-slowed mind reacting
more sluggishly than usual. She felt the heavy cloak drape down
upon her frame, and the warmth of the man beside her, and
immediately her shivering lessened. "Thank you," she muttered
belatedly, raising her head to meet the wizard's eyes before
lowering them again.

As they traveled down the street together, Aina could not think of
what to say. Up until this evening, she'd had no personal
experience with wizards at all. And yet here she was now, sharing a
cloak with one! She could still hardly believe it.

And the odd thing was, he seemed like such an ordinary fellow.
Rather pleasant, in fact. Hadn't Elmdaerle himself admitted he was
ordinary-looking? Though, she recalled, the naturalist had also
taken care to impress upon them that there was more to him than met
the eye.

After several minutes of groping for a conversational topic,
suddenly one came to her. "You -- you said earlier that you spoke
Elvish," she addressed him shyly. "Is that the language of magic?
For I have often heard that elves are magical folk, and their
language is a beautiful one, and it seemed to me that perhaps it was
magical."