Stone Circle Only need the sun when it starts to snow

Ever since the girl's ill fated dunk in the river, she had not moved from the den, becoming increasingly lethargic and uncomfortable. Morning had long since gone, and yet she did not stray from where she lay, hardly aware of any who may keep her company as her temperature steadily rose, she sleeping fitfully in a tangle of limbs as she sought to be comfortable, dreaming of the fierce cold as if it were a great monster coming to ensnare her, and of water rising quickly and enveloping her small body, of a great weight in her chest. She hardly slept for long, however, before waking with a cry and attempting to sleep once again.