[@Mangrale]

*James would have sat first, the silence between him and Cecilia was something that he felt guilty about. Shivering a bit until Cecilia placed the jacket on his shoulders, looking up at her as she spoke and then took a seat away from him. Looking away from her and at the ground by the campfire, sniffling gently and quietly. Looking like he may have gotten a cold but really he was saddened, he pushed her away as far as it looked. Sighing softly as he looked at his right hand, thinking to himself before placing his hand down on his leg again. His other holding the jacket over his shoulders. He screwed up and he knows it, but he won't say anything yet as he watched the fire, though his expression is one that is hurt*