[She grits her teeth against the cold that fights back, those flames that wrap around them flickering out before coming back to life as they push and pull with the nightmarish claws. There is a moment when she doubts, and wonders if this is even something that she can do by herself. She's pulled him free before, but she had been stronger, older, less vulnerable than she is now. She could stand up for herself and run after him, and not keep stumbling over into the snow...
But honestly, right now, she feels defeated, as another claw lashes against her, raking over her arm before it draws back.]
...I don't know if I can do this by myself...
[She holds onto him tighter, as tight as she can, listening to the sound of his breathing. But damn it, she's going to try.
Which is why she moves him in her arms, shifts him so that his head is no longer resting against her shoulder. Moves him so that she can kiss him instead, hoping that this will be enough to, at the very least, give her what she needs to pull them both out of it. And at the same time, those flames erupt bigger and brighter, not only protecting them from the hands that would try to take him, but rushing over those scales in an effort to melt away all the cold.]
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But honestly, right now, she feels defeated, as another claw lashes against her, raking over her arm before it draws back.]
...I don't know if I can do this by myself...
[She holds onto him tighter, as tight as she can, listening to the sound of his breathing. But damn it, she's going to try.
Which is why she moves him in her arms, shifts him so that his head is no longer resting against her shoulder. Moves him so that she can kiss him instead, hoping that this will be enough to, at the very least, give her what she needs to pull them both out of it. And at the same time, those flames erupt bigger and brighter, not only protecting them from the hands that would try to take him, but rushing over those scales in an effort to melt away all the cold.]