She felt his head and it felt fine, so she withdrew. But she'd moved too quickly…
She replaced her wrist on his forehead, brushing away his ginger locks in the process. He wasn't warm…not at all. If she would've left her arm there much longer, it just might have frozen a vein. He was suffering from hypothermia.
His black-clad chest rose and fell in short, ragged sputters. She had to get him warm. But how? He was far bigger than she was, so she couldn't carry him anywhere. Everywhere around here was cold, anyway. They were in the Snow.
"Why'd they have to separate us?!" She moaned out loud, searching around frantically for something dry and thick to cover him with. She hadn't any luck.
She turned away from his icy body, and slammed her fists on the cool, solid stone of the cave she had dragged him to. She began to cry.
Brief, jerky sobs were echoing in the cavern, emitting from one green-eyed kunoichi. She felt something brush against her bare leg, and it was exceptionally cold.
She looked back at him, to see him trying to reach for her. He pawed weakly at the air, and she reached out – she caught one of his black-gloved, frozen hands.
She leaned over him and looked intently at his face, waiting for him to do something…His purple-lined eyes slid open slowly, to reveal his dark irises. His slightly parted lips had a curve tugging at the corners; he was trying to smile. He succeeded in bringing the corners of his mouth to a slant noticeable, then he relaxed completely and his eyes closed…
She'd thought for sure that he was departed, tears escaping her eyes. One fell on his face and as it touched, he began to breathe. A sharp wheeze was shot through him, and it made his body tremor badly enough to make him cough blood. After that, he relaxed completely again. Tears fell from her eyes again.
She knelt beside him, watching as he drifted into an icy sleep…