Avery reached out and gingerly took her hand, folding his long fingers around hers, which did indeed feel cold. He rubbed the back of it, thinking he could maybe help her warm up a bit.
He looked up at the IV stand and the saline drip putting fluids back into Lyra's bloodstream, and nodded towards it. "Y'know, some people pay to get these after a rager so they get over their hangovers quicker," he said. "Rehydrating. A friend of my sister's had to recover quick for a horse thing. Right as rain in a couple of hours, she said." He followed that up with a shrug, because it was anecdotal evidence, and probably alcohol poisoning was different. But Lyra was going to be fine, though. Eventually.