Up till now, the horned girl showed nothing but an unnerving mixture of wonderment and unearthliness throughout their short interaction. This fact made the radiant smile she wore all the more noteworthy. Of course, like all good things, her smile soon faded from her face and was replaced with another uncanny child-like expression.

“Yeah. Coffee.”

Coffee was the last thing he would have expected to invoke such a powerful emotion out of her. There was an undeniable nostalgia with the way she spoke that deeply resonated with him. As curious as he was about her reaction, he decided it would be best to get themselves out of the cold first.

“Hold still for a moment.” With his almost forgotten jacket in hand, he carefully did his best to drape it over her shoulders. This would normally be a trivial task if it wasn't for the fact he had to accomplish it solely with his left hand. One touch from his right hand could not only render the magic within his jacket moot, but also potentially harm the horned girl as well. After some impressive dexterity, he managed to successfully place his jacket on her without any misfortune.

“Finally! Now lets go before we become popsicles. I can make us both some coffee to warm us up once we get to my shop.” Touma gently grabbed hold of her clawed hand with his left in order to lead her. “Alright, this way.”