His hands were at her waist and he pulled her even closer, pulled her in until she was flush against his body. She was warm, like him, but she had gone cold. So cold was the stone wall she had walled herself in with, he couldn't reach her anymore.
His arms slipped around her. One held her at her waist, holding her against his body. The other hand was at the back of her head, and he held her in an almost-crushing embrace.
"I still care about you." And if she wanted to petrify him because of it, he wasn't going to run.