[N was quiet, shivering too much to really try and hold a conversation. But the contact was nice, nicer than he had expected to be really. He had spent so much of his life with people holding him at arm's length that he had convinced himself, somewhere in the back of his mind, that physical contact was actually a bad thing. Hilda had been showing him otherwise, bit by bit.
Slowly, though, his shivers subsided, and he felt warmth working back in to his body. His joints still ached, and it was highly probable that he was already ill from the effects of the continuing curse throughout the week, but this was an improvement at least.]
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Slowly, though, his shivers subsided, and he felt warmth working back in to his body. His joints still ached, and it was highly probable that he was already ill from the effects of the continuing curse throughout the week, but this was an improvement at least.]
Feeling any better... ?