He leans heavily against Dejah as she helps him to his feet. Whatever was in that vial restored some of his strength, but it hasn't stopped all of the shivering; his limbs shake as he tries to get one arm around her, and his right hand may as well be frozen shut into a fist.
Curtis raises his eyes to the beacon of fire. His lips shape a single word: okay.
Right foot. Left foot. One step at a time, with Dejah on one side and Edgar not too far away on the other.
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No, he couldn't have heard that right.
He leans heavily against Dejah as she helps him to his feet. Whatever was in that vial restored some of his strength, but it hasn't stopped all of the shivering; his limbs shake as he tries to get one arm around her, and his right hand may as well be frozen shut into a fist.
Curtis raises his eyes to the beacon of fire. His lips shape a single word: okay.
Right foot. Left foot. One step at a time, with Dejah on one side and Edgar not too far away on the other.