“Yeah, yeah.” Chloe sounds dismissive but it really is nice to be cared for, to know that someone saw her and was worried for her. She probably should have turned back once she’d realized the dragging effect the fog has on her, but it's a bit late for that now.

Her hands are long-fingered and rough and calloused from climbing, even here where she should have gloves on. They're also so cold that they've taken on a yellowish cast, clearly not good.

“Your hands are so warm.” Her voice still stutters a bit through her shivers. “Is that the fire?”