"...Ah, I don't think so." Her hands lightly settle over Utena's arms where they rest on her waist; Mami leans back against the other girl in turn. She does this silently with slow, hesitant movements. There's a certain caution even in the way Mami breathes - deep, unhurried, almost silent. It's as if she's afraid any loud or sudden move on her part will shatter this precariously cozy situation.

"I'm not that cold anymore."