[She tries not to hesitate, but there is some trepidation in the way her fingers press against his chest with an almost desperate hold, and even more so when the warmth starts to spread. There is no fire, only heat, and while it's dimmer than usual, it's there and spreading through her cold fingertips.
All the while, she watches him carefully for any signs of discomfort or pain as she presses her forehead to his, nudging it a little.]
It isn't much still... I don't know what happened.
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[She tries not to hesitate, but there is some trepidation in the way her fingers press against his chest with an almost desperate hold, and even more so when the warmth starts to spread. There is no fire, only heat, and while it's dimmer than usual, it's there and spreading through her cold fingertips.
All the while, she watches him carefully for any signs of discomfort or pain as she presses her forehead to his, nudging it a little.]
It isn't much still... I don't know what happened.