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Kalim.....

[It's a shockingly strong grip, for how badly incapacitated Kalim was mere minutes ago. Could he even pry himself free if he tried, at this point? How shameful is it that he's not actually confident the answer would be yes?]

It's not going to be a comfortable rest for either of us if we can't warm up. Even if I do nothing else, we need some blankets.

Then rest!

Just tell me where to get them, I'll be back a-as fast as I can!

Honestly.....

[A little blot won't kill him. He's (probably. He thinks. He hopes.) not in as precarious a mental state as he was over winter break, no matter how wretched he feels right now, or how bitter the taste of blot is in the back of his throat. He's just..... just.....]

Fine. The linen closet is in the bathroom. You'll find blankets, sheets, and towels in there. If you think you need to, you can strip my bed, too.

[ Kalim nods immediately, and it's only with a direction to go in that his grip on Jamil's hand eases, that he even considers being willing to calm down. He still pulls him back towards the couch. ]

S-sit down, sit down! I... I'll take care of it!

[ his body feels numb, frozen, but frankly, he doesn't care. only once he's sure Jamil could sit down if he wanted, does he stumble off in the direction that he's been given, to collect as many blankets as possible.

and attempts to carry them all back-- which he's lucky he didn't trip honestly. But he was far more determined to get back to Jamil, to help him take it easy. ]

Here...!

[ he practically drops the blankets onto one end of the couch, and immediately pulls the thickest out with some effort. His teeth are still chattering, but he doesn't mind. It's a blanket for Jamil-- and him. But first, he turns to sit next to Jamil, and to awkwardly pull the blanket over the both of them. ]

D-do you need anything else?? Just ask, I c-can do it for you.

[That sick feeling is back, staring at his magestone once Kalim leaves. Such an unsettlingly dark red-black, like blood pooling as it spills from a deep wound..... if this is what the gem looks like, what state must he be in? Had all of that really come from him? It's..... repulsive, like staring at a mangled body. He can't help but want to distance himself from it; Jamil drops his pen onto the coffee table, setting his device next to it. Anything and anyone else can wait. Right now, they've both earned a break.

Jamil has sunk back onto the couch by the time Kalim returns, peeling off his ice-caked outerwear to dump in an unceremonious pile on the floor. That, even more than his unnatural pallor and haggard air, might be the most damning evidence of all--since when does he ever choose the easy, careless route of making more work for himself later? He'll have to clean up dirty puddles and discarded clothing alike eventually--but for now? He doesn't even have the energy or presence of mind to fold them and stack them on the table.]

Just..... stay put. We'll both be in trouble if we don't warm up properly and end up needing medical attention.

[Layers. Layers are good for trapping the gentle, radiant heat that should safely get their body temperature back to a healthy level and make sure neither of them go into shock. As little skin as possible exposed..... Jamil instinctively starts reaching for his pen, only to pull his hand back and reach out to help with the blankets instead. He won't even complain about the need to curl together, for once; they can just..... build themselves a cocoon, and he can tug one last blanket over the tops of their heads to provide a final barrier for heat trying to escape. It'll have to be good enough; neither of them are in any shape to manage anything better.]

[ there's a soft, quick nod, and Kalim pulls the blankets close, offering as much slack to Jamil as possible, though he can't help how anxious he feels. It was in time, right? It had to be. Jamil got that blotted again, because of him.

He takes a deep inhale, forcing the spiraling thoughts to stop as much as he can, blanking out every doubt and fear with relief that they're safe, and they can warm up now. He'll do everything he can to make sure Jamil's also taken care of. it's the least he can do.

Once they're properly sealed, it really isn't long until Kalim leans against him, exhausted once again from the up and down of his emotional state. From being cold, though the warmth is already considerably helping with his shivers. ]

Okay. I'll s-stay right... right here.

[ he closes his eyes for a moment, and when he opens them again, his eyes go to the magestone. quiet overtakes him. ]

Keep your hands and feet close to your body. Don't forget to flex them; your circulation has probably been impaired.

[Seven, everything hurts. His throat and lungs feel raw and torn up, his eyes sting, his head and muscles throb, his skin burns. Even his stomach churns with nausea, nearly empty save for swallowing all that blot. Is all this from the ordeal of slogging through that blizzard? Or is it supposed to be painful, warming up from what he can only assume is dangerous levels of hypothermia? He's never been confronted with a situation like this in his life.

For once, Jamil's anxious, restless thoughts are..... quiet, to a degree. Subdued as though they've been caught in a net trap, forced down under the weight of pure exhaustion. He doesn't complain about leaning against each other, doesn't lecture or press further on why Kalim had been out in the blizzard, doesn't even try to explain himself. He just..... sits, his weight pressing more heavily against Kalim by degrees as the weariness wins and darkness overtakes him. Even still haunted by such a nightmare, who has the stamina to keep fighting after such a struggle?

It's okay, after all. Everything is going to be just fine. They're both alive, aren't they? Alive and still together, in spite of it all. They made it..... not home, but as close as they may ever come to it again.]

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