"Your welcome." He said with a gentle smile. Vanilla is surpringly stronger than he looks, effortlessly scooping Shadow Milk into his arms. "The sky is getting dark, it'll be night soon — let's get inside." The Ancient said softly as he carries the other inside.
He unfolds the blanket setting it over Shadow Milk's shoulders, the blanket is both soft and warm. Vanilla pulls the other into a loose hug, "I know —" he said softly. "Rest isn't something that comes easily for me."
"The cold ?" That's probably his fault — not that he will admit to it. He was very upset about something. He's standing in his garden, his flowers are not enjoying the cold !