She startles at the shift despite herself. What was she expecting, really?
But the cold is what shocks her, and she recoils. That’s not right. She knows cold, cold of windy and rainy pine forests, cold of the ocean, cold of tunnels. Cold of tombs. This kid is far, far too cold.
But they’re alive yet. That has to count for something.
“Hey,” she says again, shaking their shoulder lightly and ignoring the way her touch chills, as if their body were desperate to sap all her warmth. “Are you okay?”
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Date: 2019-06-08 03:43 pm (UTC)But the cold is what shocks her, and she recoils. That’s not right. She knows cold, cold of windy and rainy pine forests, cold of the ocean, cold of tunnels. Cold of tombs. This kid is far, far too cold.
But they’re alive yet. That has to count for something.
“Hey,” she says again, shaking their shoulder lightly and ignoring the way her touch chills, as if their body were desperate to sap all her warmth. “Are you okay?”