Ukitake gave her a small, grateful smile, and hiked the blanket up a little so he could grab the edges and keep it from slipping off his shoulders. He cleared his throat carefully before trying to speak again, thankful that the wind had shifted again. "I should be fine." Hopefully. But he didn't want to make her go through the effort of moving the fire again, now that she had it going.
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Date: 2010-09-09 09:49 pm (UTC)