[It is cold. In the back of her mind Mia is aware of how hard she started to shiver. With no fire abilities and no actual fire, the most she could do would be to dry them off. And even that...it's still cold.]
I know we can't. [Short sentences. Thank goodness for the darkness that stops her vision from whirling.] But you...shouldn't get up.
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I know we can't. [Short sentences. Thank goodness for the darkness that stops her vision from whirling.] But you...shouldn't get up.