(Her shuddering breathing sounds awful, like she can't get enough air into her lungs. Yasha feels momentarily helpless; she is no healer. She has a single, healing cantrip and she's not sure that will be much help in this situation. All she can do for now is take her layer of fur off- as much as her bare skin stings in reaction to the cold air inside- and bundle her up in that too while she gets the fire started.
Her hands are numb. She fumbles with the flint, dropping it once before she can get her fingers to hold it properly. There is a little pile of logs hunkered up beside the dusty fireplace and she stocks it with a few, coming in close to light it. They take on the first go: the wood must be very dry. At least that means the cabin won't leak.
Lucretia is curled in an old armchair. Yasha holds her hands in front of the little spark of flame, watching it slowly light the logs and when she can feel her skin again she stands, rubbing her arms, and gets up to shift Lucretia's chair closer to the fire. Hopefully that helps. It's the most that she can do, right now. She takes a seat next to the armchair so she can be close to the fire too, and shivers as she hunches up in front of it as best she can.)
no subject
(Her shuddering breathing sounds awful, like she can't get enough air into her lungs. Yasha feels momentarily helpless; she is no healer. She has a single, healing cantrip and she's not sure that will be much help in this situation. All she can do for now is take her layer of fur off- as much as her bare skin stings in reaction to the cold air inside- and bundle her up in that too while she gets the fire started.
Her hands are numb. She fumbles with the flint, dropping it once before she can get her fingers to hold it properly. There is a little pile of logs hunkered up beside the dusty fireplace and she stocks it with a few, coming in close to light it. They take on the first go: the wood must be very dry. At least that means the cabin won't leak.
Lucretia is curled in an old armchair. Yasha holds her hands in front of the little spark of flame, watching it slowly light the logs and when she can feel her skin again she stands, rubbing her arms, and gets up to shift Lucretia's chair closer to the fire. Hopefully that helps. It's the most that she can do, right now. She takes a seat next to the armchair so she can be close to the fire too, and shivers as she hunches up in front of it as best she can.)