Meta Knight was shivering.
It took him a moment to notice, but his teeth were actually chattering. They hadn't done that in a while…
He tried to ignore it. Pulled his cape tighter.
His breath appeared before him, tiny puffs of air, visible in the dying light of the sun. It would soon be night, and there was no doubt that the temperature would continue to drop.
He was still shivering. It distracted him, for he didn't notice the one who approached from behind, until a feathered hand was pressed onto his shoulder.
He nearly jumped.
"Just me, Sir."
Meta Knight looked up. Vul was standing there. His hand removed itself from the metal pauldron and went instead for a familiar pipe.
"What are you doing out here?" The knight asked, searching the bird's face. The old albatross looked almost solemn.
"Relieving you, Sir. Ye ought to know well enough that ye shouldn't be out here in this, not being unwell. The lads and I agreed it to be fer the best." Vul just stared ahead