Dance upon my reveree

After some time within the embrace of the water he could feel the cold seeping into his limbs and veins, and the numbness that he had revealed it within his injuries became a stark lack of body heat that left him shivering and gasping against it. Through the chattering of his fangs he almost did not hear the soft voice that called out for him from the shore, and well it took a moment to register in his mind he stiffened when finally it made its way there. He stood still now, his rump still facing towards her. He wondered what she would think of the ugly red mark that stood out in fullness against his forehead, but the worry was quick to pass ? he was more concerned at how she had faired then he was at how she would react.


He surged through the water, bringing himself to its bank where he hauled himself to shore and shook out his coat a few paces from her, in the hopes that he would not shower her with the icy splatters. Finishing that he turned fully towards her now and with a tilted head took her in, his head now free of the water took up a dull ache against his skull and for what felt like the millionth time his vision swam as his body shivered briskly from the chill. ?Twig.. Twig, it?s so good to see that you?re alright? He would utter, the warmth of his voice still fresh and delighted with the sight of her.