She let him lower her back onto the bed of furs. He had to step back, get away from her warmth, the way she was looking at him.
She said, "The fire is warm."
It made him warm too. If he stayed away long enough - from the fire, from her - he would be cold again. Rational. He tried to collect himself, regain his composure, but he couldn't. He'd almost lost her. She started coughing. He was beside her instantly. A quick glide of his fingers and he held out a steaming red elixir in a bowl.
"Drink."
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