"It's cold…" Miley chattered curling herself as she leaned on the tree. Flames were closer to her, it's heat and flames reflected subtly on her face and in her eyes. Zach was at a hand's distance from her, he took out his cloak and handed it to Miley.
"Cover yourself with this."
Miley looked at it in the dim light of the bonfire, "this is the royal cloak you wear as a king. I can't accept it." She hugged her knees tighter, wrapping her hands around them.
Zach sighed, got up, walked close to Miley and tucked the cloak on her, "it doesn't matter. Be it me of my things… if they can't help you in need, they are useless anyway. Just take it and don't think too much."
He was about to go back to his place when Miley held his hand and stopped him, "the fire is on my side, aren't you cold? Stay
