Moonsong Glacier my fingers laced to crown,

At first Slavik winced at her touch, the pain burning along his laceration. But the more she did it the more he got used to it, and the better he felt. His body tingled with every introduction of tongue to flesh, his ears perked on his head. He turned his head attentively to follow her when she broke from his side. An ice shard, cold and smooth, he was unsure of what she had in mind with that item. He shifted to face her as she walked back towards him, but didn’t resist when she moved back out of sight and to his wounds.

His molten eyes watched as she pressed the ice into his side, a gasp sucking at the cold air around him. Once again the injury stung, but this time it began to numb, until the cold had replaced the pain. Finally she dropped her medium and stepped back to acknowledge him. He nodded in understanding as she explained her reasoning, glancing back to see the cleaned wound. Blood still welled at the skin, but wasn’t oozing, and he didn’t feel it nearly as much.

Eyes were on her when she moved to stand by his side, she mentioned finding a way out of the glacier. He gave a hopeful smile, he was an optimistic sort, I’m sure there will be, we’ll find it, he reassured, for the sake of Aure and himself. His feet had started to move before he’d finished speaking, they were just as eager to get to higher and warmer grounds as he.

Sorry about.. falling on you earlier, and also running into you. Not my best start, he added with an apologetic look.