Guinevere sagged and looked up at Kemuri. "I know." she said quietly, her emotions receeding. "I know." She walked near the older Herald and remembered how warm he had been. Too warm. Kotatsu had been too warm too, and Guinevere had been so angry for it. She had given the guardian grief because she was dissimilar to someone who she could never live up to. And Kemuri... She had imprinted her past guardian upon the older man, acted like he was something he wasn't. He was warm and comfortable and not Aaron and she had been trying to delude herself into thinking he was just the same as the absent guardian.
She was going to have to learn to accept she was part of a world of warm people.
