They were cold to the bone, but it did not matter once the light broke out to illuminate the edge of clouds.
“We’ll be home soon,” he breathed into her neck.
“I know,” she whispered, her teeth no longer chattering. She’d stopped feeling her toes so long ago she almost forgot she had ones.
It would have worried her, in the past. The risk of frostbite. Amputation. Loss of the ability to walk.
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