He's walked with a half-healed amputation and lead in his blood, he can scale a damned ice wall. Hell, he did it half drunk and in colder weather than this! He can do this, he's certain of it.

He stomps his feet in an attempt to get the feeling back into them, his eyes roaming the ice wall for hand and foot holds. "I can do this," he tells Raju, breath coming out in warm puffs of steam. He's reassuring himself too. "First hold is there. Put your foot there and your hand just there -- it looks steady. The rest we'll figure out as we go."

God. If he survives this he'll have to bring firewood and whatever he catches to Raju in gratitude.

Crozier inhales with a wince and then starts up, biting his lip to hold in a groan as his insides protest.