(Yasha holds that soft gaze for a beat before she looks away, glancing down at her hands in her lap. Her hands are still stiff and cold, slow to warm up. At least the fire is doing its job, albeit slowly.)
That- you are alive, I mean. (She clarifies eventually, with a huff of breath.) ... Not frostbitten. (Just in case there was any doubt.)
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(Yasha holds that soft gaze for a beat before she looks away, glancing down at her hands in her lap. Her hands are still stiff and cold, slow to warm up. At least the fire is doing its job, albeit slowly.)
That- you are alive, I mean. (She clarifies eventually, with a huff of breath.) ... Not frostbitten. (Just in case there was any doubt.)
I'm glad that I could help.