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A shockingly cool breeze burst through the doors as they swung open, catching both of them off-guard.
Tigress shivered.
Almost before she had time to react, Po was suddenly no longer just behind her, but was instead sprinting down the corridor at a rate no panda should logically be able to move. Despite herself, she scoffed fondly: fierce snow leopards and homicidal peacocks were no match for the great Dragon Warrior. He would easily deflect their blows, redirect them, hoist them by their own petards.
But a bit of wind? All bets were off.
Just as she was about to follow after him, chastise and remind him that they kind of needed to go to the village today, cold or no, a blur of black and white rounded the corner, rushing back down the hall and tripping right through the open doorway, landing on the ground with a thud and bouncing with an undignified flop.
He was visibly embarrassed as she chuckled and helped him up, undoubtedly turning red beneath the thick white fur of his face. With Po back on his feet and dusting his shorts off, Tigress turned toward the palace stairs.
Something was flung around her shoulders.
Just before she could face the unknown assailant and knock them to the ground, a very rushed and almost comically panicked voice cut in: “Y-y-you just seemed kinda cold! It’s sorta old but pretty warm, so I hope y’don’t mind, heh.”
She cautiously paused and observed the cloth that had been draped around her shoulders. Po’s scarf.
When she looked up, he was smiling just slightly — more or less his default expression — glimmering jade eyes staring intensely ahead as if trying too hard to pretend nothing in particular had just happened. It was painfully obvious that he was pleased with himself.
She wasn’t even that cold. But why not let him have his moment?
“Thank you.” She let the smallest of grins slip onto her face as she adjusted the scarf so that she was uncomfortably hot and could hardly breathe. Beside her, the naive panda straightened up just noticeably.
“Glad I could help.”