[If she has any say in it, that will be the last thing he has to do for a long while. The first puffs of heat from the fire reach her and she shivers again, distinct from the low-grade shiver that had followed her all this time. Mia peels off her gloves, now soaked and dirty, flexing stiff fingers.
In the light she can get a better look at his face, even if it isn't much of one still, with the fire so tiny. One hand brushes his wet hair out of the way, lingering for a few seconds against his forehead. She doesn't know what she expects to feel, other than cold.]
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In the light she can get a better look at his face, even if it isn't much of one still, with the fire so tiny. One hand brushes his wet hair out of the way, lingering for a few seconds against his forehead. She doesn't know what she expects to feel, other than cold.]
Rest, Walter. I can keep a fire going.