[ Percival watches her for a moment. Clair seems much more calm than she had in the middle of the busy party just a few minutes before, and while it was nice to see her full of life and flourishing, he could relate to her the most when they spoke one-on-one like this. He also notes the small bumps rising on her arms. ]

Are you cold? Why did you not bring a cloak, foolish girl?

[ He's fussing, because of course he is, but he's smiling a little, too, unclasping the cloak around his neck and draping it over her shoulder as she continues speaking. ]

Your world was in a time of war, then, when The Storm hit? That is unfortunate, to have left one war behind for the dawn of another.