In the first moments she was alone.
She was cold and shivering, huddled in the back of a dank cave in an attempt to escape the sudden blizzard that had piled ice on her head and shoulders. She grasped the pale, frigid flesh of her arms in an attempt to warm them, but there was no heat in her hands to begin with. All she managed was to send another wave of shivers down her spine. Each time she exhaled a cloud of white billowed from her mouth and rapidly dissipated into the air. Her ice blue eyes seemed to be frozen wide open and her pupils dilated in fear as she watched the nearly horizontal sleet and snow make the leaf litter that adorned the ground disappear much to quickly for her comfort.
Her thoughts turned to her companion. Had Nami been able to foresee and avoid the sudden onset of winter? Or had she been buried beneath snow and succumbed to hypothermia? She knew there were many shallow caves and rocky enclaves like the one she'd dove into dotted about the woods, was Nami relatively safe but wet and miserable like she was? Neither of them were wearing particularly thick or warm clothing…
She shook her head violently, snapping her eyes shut and feeling them sting at the sudden warmth.
In the next few moments she realized she had stopped shivering. She realized she couldn't move her limbs and that the snow on her clothing had melted and soaked her to the bone. It was around then her mind shut down to keep herself from panicking. It had always been her last resort self defense mechanism. If she didn't think, she couldn't panic. But as she stopped thinking and let her senses of hearing, touch and smell take over, she also let go of her worry for Nami. The sound of the blizzard outside steadily became more violent and her lungs were expanding less and less with each breath, but she failed to notice. Even the sound of stumbling and cursing escaped her attention.
All she knew was that the cold had stopped feeling so cold.
In the last precious moments, she heard the rustling of fabric and the feint, frantic sound of a melodic voice apologizing and pleading with her, but she was already too close to falling asleep to care. She felt fingers, hot against her stone cold skin, caress her face and a body sitting behind her, with soft breasts pushed up against her back, easily felt through the thin shirt she was wearing. Arms were wrapped around her, and a face was buried in her neck. Something wet, starting warm then cooling, soaked into her shirt and she realized, foggily in the back of her mind that it must be tears, but this too, she couldn't bring herself to care about.
The erratic pulse of the body around her made her feel warm and that beautiful voice made her feel loved as she drifted into the soothing darkness that was consuming her mind. She let herself relax into it.
"Robin! Robin, don't die! Please!" the voice implored, but the plea fell upon deaf ears.