"Can you feel this?" Cadash pressed and icy palm to Blackwall's cheek. "Because I can't. I'm afraid we'll have to amputate.
They were beside the fire, Cadash draped in bits of everyone else's clothes while hers dried. He felt an echo of the fear that struck him when she'd overbalanced into the river. He'd run to the bank, rift forgotten, but she was already out; teeth chattering, shaking like a wet dog.
Something twisted warmly in his chest at the sight of her in his gambison. He took her hand and pressed it between his.
"Nothing so drastic, my lady."
