Well . . . cold wouldn’t bother a half-Jötun. Plus, he’s more concerned with making sure she’s okay.
Váli takes her hand and, as carefully, as he can, he begins removing the glass.
“What happened?” he asks softly.
Váli Lokison | Parody
Just sort of... collapses beside him. The glass in her knuckles is keeping it from healing.
She rests her head on his shoulder. It's cold. She hasn't fed today.
