Lion Head Mesa you're like a parasite, but you keep me alive

When she could, she shifted. It was a gradual inching, scooting herself in line with him and tucking in close. He was cold to the touch somehow, and she still held a bit of sunstroke, or thought she did. Being beside him like this made her feel warm all over.
When Nazli had the energy again to move at all, she croaked, Stay?