A brother's last words

[ West District ]

Aries rubbed a child's hand gently, keeping the child's little hands in between hers. She blew a breath on them, smiling at the child, whom she covered with a scarf.

"Do you still feel cold?" asked Aries to the child sitting on the bench in the plaza. 

The child shook her head and grinned back. "My lady's hands are warm. I feel warm now."

"That's good then. Finish your soup before it runs cold. I'll get you a pair of gloves." Aries ruffled the child's hair and flashed the elderly and some women, who were sitting beside the child, a smile. They smiled warmly back at her, hearing them tell her to rest. 

Aries had been busy helping everyone and warming them up, making sure every single one of them was being given equal service and attention. She would converse with the elderly from time to time and then play with the children in between.