She didn't have any frost-bite, and she wondered how that must have looked. She had no cold damage at all, but enough heat damage for the both of them, although most of it was hidden under her dress. She peered over the chaise and at his hand.
She could have fixed that easily enough, a potion mixed from her blood would have had hm good as new in little time. But he didnt know that, and she had no idea how to mix such a potion and shed never go to an alchemist for it.
A healer would have to do. She was sure it wasn't as bad as it suddenly looked or Ithacles wouldn't have been allowed to relax here and not in a healing house or with a private band of healers doting over him.
Couldn't have been that bad, and some of that was certainly her fault.
"You wouldn't have been so cold if you'd gone after the mage." She said softly, through, she didn't mean it. Obviously she was concerned about how hurt he was. She felt bad about it. She turned her eyes away and took another drink.
She shouldn't have been this concerned. There was concern. And then concern.
"That's why I use a bow. Fingers do not freeze to them, although the point of my arrows were very cold. I think I'll be switching to bone until the winter has passed."