[Panic sets in the moment his hands touch hers, and her first instinct is to try and pull them away. To hide them... even if it might already be too late.]
Not long at all.
[But she concedes, her fingers stiffening before they relax in his grip, sore and bitterly cold.]
It's not real frostbite... I don't think. Just a little bit of bad dreamotion reaction.
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Not long at all.
[But she concedes, her fingers stiffening before they relax in his grip, sore and bitterly cold.]
It's not real frostbite... I don't think. Just a little bit of bad dreamotion reaction.