Maea
It's not a demon at your door
There was little choice other than to endure. Nodding with a quivering smile, she sank onto the ground and huddled up into a ball in an attempt to preserve what little warmth remained in her limbs, while Liam took off in search of wood. Lucky they were in a forest - wood was in good supply, and though her head swam a bit, it couldn't have been many minutes before he returned.
A breathless laugh did escape her as he asked for flint. She would have some in a pocket, normally, out of habit if not need, but this was not the case today. "B-better. I've got spark." It could have been a bad pun - but she proved it was literally meant by pointing at the pile of twigs and branches. A lick of flame flared up from her fingertip and leaped onto the pyre. A tendril of smoke started up, small at first but followed by flickering tongues of flame that grew as the wood caught on fire. Reaching into the flame with eager hands, she was grateful; perhaps she could have thawed herself out by way of magic, but this took far less effort to maintain.
"Gods, that feels good. Thank you, you're a lifesaver." Could she crawl into the embers entirely? No, her dress would burn. And while the thought of stripping out of it did flit past, she refrained; it was quite enough to have been tucked up close against the soldier's body for so long. No need to make this any more awkward.
A breathless laugh did escape her as he asked for flint. She would have some in a pocket, normally, out of habit if not need, but this was not the case today. "B-better. I've got spark." It could have been a bad pun - but she proved it was literally meant by pointing at the pile of twigs and branches. A lick of flame flared up from her fingertip and leaped onto the pyre. A tendril of smoke started up, small at first but followed by flickering tongues of flame that grew as the wood caught on fire. Reaching into the flame with eager hands, she was grateful; perhaps she could have thawed herself out by way of magic, but this took far less effort to maintain.
"Gods, that feels good. Thank you, you're a lifesaver." Could she crawl into the embers entirely? No, her dress would burn. And while the thought of stripping out of it did flit past, she refrained; it was quite enough to have been tucked up close against the soldier's body for so long. No need to make this any more awkward.
It's just your shadow on the floor
