Noctis was huddle in a corner, facing the door, with his knees up and his arms wrapped around them. His face was pressed against his knees as he tried to keep himself warm. His ribs still hurt with every breath and his arm was numb but he had stopped bleeding and was slowly healing. The healing got slower the longger Noctis stayed in the cold cell. Dragom didn't do well with the cold and Noctis was past the part of shivering. His body had no energy to spare to shiver.
He tilted his head up slightly so just his eyes could be seen over his knees when Kostya came in and spoke to him, "...what... do you... want?" Noctis voice was slow and hoarse. It almost sounded like he had been yelling all night which he hadn't. It was just how the cold made him sound.