[It's too quick to give her a chance to even register what's happening with her neck craned back at so sharp an angle that she can see the darkened forest treetops against the star-spotted night sky. But the cold-- that completely debilitating chill that crawls up her body before she has enough time to scream-- she can feel stab into her right down to the bone. Has her shaking and shivering as involuntary systems try to keep blood coursing through frigid veins.
And it's a small, distant thought that isn't entirely there, but she's glad to hear the sound of his voice-- to know she didn't kill him. ]
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And it's a small, distant thought that isn't entirely there, but she's glad to hear the sound of his voice-- to know she didn't kill him. ]