[Hot and cold doesn't bother a Servant. Removed from the physical world, they were essentially spirits who could flit about without a care for how practical their outfit was. Such was the case with Minamoto, who happened to be passing by. She was simply making the rounds, patrolling the campgrounds to make sure everything was clear.
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She saw the boy from a distance away. She had wondered, at first, if he'd been another Servant. Why else would he be able to bear such heat with that awful outfit? Yet she seems him pass by.
Once.
Twice.
Finally, he collapses. Minamoto swoops in, crouching by his side.]
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She saw the boy from a distance away. She had wondered, at first, if he'd been another Servant. Why else would he be able to bear such heat with that awful outfit? Yet she seems him pass by.
Once.
Twice.
Finally, he collapses. Minamoto swoops in, crouching by his side.]
... excuse me. Can you hear me?