Altar of Twilight if you do not know which way to go

This was no man, but a boy. He could not have been much older than Lilitu, and the comparison hurt Ibis to consider; she could not shake the feeling that she was looking down upon a son of Akavir that couldn't possibly exist. He moaned and struggled against the snow and Ibis, in haste, shushed his efforts and carefully kissed at his face before remembering herself.

You have been hurt, Ibis tries to tell him. The mountain is no more. She did not know he came from the lowlands. His eyes opened to reveal a stunning shade of blue that reminded Ibis of the ocean. He truly could pass for one of her own children — but she had to forget all of that, it did not help her here.

Where do you hurt? I can try to help you. She still didn't know how to do that, as Bridget had the shared collection of herbs guarded closely for the night. For the time being Ibis began to stamp down the snow, forming a packed shape around the boy's body that would help to keep the warmth in, and then curled herself around the curve of his back, sharing her warmth.