[He places a hand on Francel's shoulder to speak closely into his ear as they walk.] Neither could I. This is hardly anything treacherous. It will be scattered into the wind for tomorrow's gossip.

[Which would likely be something else juicy about the two of them, but anyway. They made their way out the door, Aymeric popping his coat on as the chill hit him. He caught sight of Francel's delicate little fingers, bare in the perpetual winter.] Ah, that just won't do. [ He pulled his gloves from his inner pocket and placed them into Francel's hands.]