[It helps -- the warmth of the cape and the arms around him both help, even though there's an ache in his chest, because he wishes his mom were here. Kara hugs almost exactly like her, the same fierce protectiveness, the same warmth.
So he hides his face against her chest, shivering like a leaf in a windstorm. He's small for his age, much too skinny, much too fragile. But his hands are digging into her clothes, clinging on like the world's saddest little koala.]
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So he hides his face against her chest, shivering like a leaf in a windstorm. He's small for his age, much too skinny, much too fragile. But his hands are digging into her clothes, clinging on like the world's saddest little koala.]