Beth's drawn to Arthur in turn by the fact that he looks like he might be near (or nearish, at least) her own age. Lacking a group here, she needs to make her own allies, and the only way to do that is to start talking to people. She'll find the right ones eventually.
And in the meantime, it seems like she'll end up with every blanket in the tent if she isn't careful. She's not entirely sure what she looks like to others here--whether they look at the blood on her clothes, the cast around her wrist, and the stitches crossing her face and see someone dangerous or broken--but she's getting the feeling the answer is cold. (Which she is, but that's beside the point.)
"Oh." She considers the blanket for a moment, and then her gaze shifts to his clothing. It has a vaguely old-fashioned look to it, the collar of his shirt especially, though she doesn't know enough about either fashion or history to know when or where it's from. (England, to go by his accent, but England's been around for a long time.) More importantly, it looks lightweight enough that he'd be comfortable in springtime, maybe even summer.
And that means that right now, she's probably not the cold one here. Not with the two blankets she already has, one rightfully hers and the other a gift from the Siberian woman going around sleeveless like it's the height of July. It'd be wrong to take a third, knowing someone else might not have any. "It's harder to fall asleep if you're cold. You might need it."
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And in the meantime, it seems like she'll end up with every blanket in the tent if she isn't careful. She's not entirely sure what she looks like to others here--whether they look at the blood on her clothes, the cast around her wrist, and the stitches crossing her face and see someone dangerous or broken--but she's getting the feeling the answer is cold. (Which she is, but that's beside the point.)
"Oh." She considers the blanket for a moment, and then her gaze shifts to his clothing. It has a vaguely old-fashioned look to it, the collar of his shirt especially, though she doesn't know enough about either fashion or history to know when or where it's from. (England, to go by his accent, but England's been around for a long time.) More importantly, it looks lightweight enough that he'd be comfortable in springtime, maybe even summer.
And that means that right now, she's probably not the cold one here. Not with the two blankets she already has, one rightfully hers and the other a gift from the Siberian woman going around sleeveless like it's the height of July. It'd be wrong to take a third, knowing someone else might not have any. "It's harder to fall asleep if you're cold. You might need it."