She mumbles the apology against his throat, using the word in a gruff way that suggests she probably doesn't apologize much — not that she can help how cold she is. Her body is trying — still shivering, through less violently than before — but she'd been half-conscious in the snow with little between her and the elements except a thin hospital gown and her underwear, so. Maybe she should just be grateful she's alive to feel cold at all.
"Did the supplies make it?" She tucks herself more against him, her legs brushing against his as she tries to get more skin on skin, seeking out that warmth. "You'll have to help me redress my damn shoulder."
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She mumbles the apology against his throat, using the word in a gruff way that suggests she probably doesn't apologize much — not that she can help how cold she is. Her body is trying — still shivering, through less violently than before — but she'd been half-conscious in the snow with little between her and the elements except a thin hospital gown and her underwear, so. Maybe she should just be grateful she's alive to feel cold at all.
"Did the supplies make it?" She tucks herself more against him, her legs brushing against his as she tries to get more skin on skin, seeking out that warmth. "You'll have to help me redress my damn shoulder."