[ Predictably, once Lottie is fully immersed in herself everything around her promptly gets tuned out. It's why she doesn't really react to Amos' worry, the way his hands stop just shy of actually touching her skin, or the fretful twist to his expression as he asks her if she's okay. It's the mention of magic though that makes her groan, not from pain, but from realization. Exhaustion? She shivers, ]
It'sβ [ How else can she even describe it? ] cold. I'm cold but I know it's not cold?
[ Is it the fact everything is.. What's even the word she can use, frozen, here? With them? The hand touching at her shard is forced down, lands gently palm down on his forearm. She isn't quite saying it verbally, but she's letting him know if he needs to touch her for his sake, he can. Because that is, inadvertently, exactly what she is doing come the tired slouch of her shoulders and the whine of: ]
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It'sβ [ How else can she even describe it? ] cold. I'm cold but I know it's not cold?
[ Is it the fact everything is.. What's even the word she can use, frozen, here? With them? The hand touching at her shard is forced down, lands gently palm down on his forearm. She isn't quite saying it verbally, but she's letting him know if he needs to touch her for his sake, he can. Because that is, inadvertently, exactly what she is doing come the tired slouch of her shoulders and the whine of: ]
Something stupid is happening, isn't it.