There is too much to focus on. Too much to do. His shivering hasn't lessened and Cordelia can see the frost forming on his clothes, hear the chattering of his teeth, and feel the eye watering cold of his skin as he touches his forehead to hers. She doesn't stop rubbing at his chest even as he crowds into her space, making it difficult to maneuver, his arms a vice around her slender waist. His words are a balm to her wounded pride and while Cordelia wants to argue with him, tempted to push back and say that she owed Halo her life too, she can't find the words.
Instead she draws in a deep breath, pulling back slightly so she can gaze into his red rimmed eyes, blinking back her own tears, "Let's get somewhere warm... Then we can talk." Cordelia murmurs softly, drawing him down for a kiss, her own as hot as embers across his frost covered lips. Her good hands cups his cheek, thumb brushing lightly there before finding his hand, lacing their fingers and allowing him to lead the way.
Instead she draws in a deep breath, pulling back slightly so she can gaze into his red rimmed eyes, blinking back her own tears, "Let's get somewhere warm... Then we can talk." Cordelia murmurs softly, drawing him down for a kiss, her own as hot as embers across his frost covered lips. Her good hands cups his cheek, thumb brushing lightly there before finding his hand, lacing their fingers and allowing him to lead the way.
Cordelia
My hand was the one you reached for all throughout the Great War
