Viktor sighed, his boots squelching against the damp grass as he bent to shrug off his coat. Without a word, he placed it over Charlotte's trembling shoulders.
"Come on," he muttered, extending his hand to her once more.
Charlotte took it without protest. He helped her to her feet, and together they made their way back to the mansion.
Her wet clothes clung to her skin, making her shiver despite his coat wrapped snugly around her. Viktor kept his hand on the small of her back, gently guiding her through the hallways as they ascended the stairs to their rooms.
When they reached her door, Viktor paused, his hand resting briefly on the handle before he pushed it open for her.
"You should go in and change into something dry before you catch a cold," he said softly.
Charlotte turned to him, swaying slightly as she tried to suppress a grin. "So… how about.."
"Lucy, please. Go in."
