Lee looks down at him for a long time, eyes searching his face. “You aren't,” she says finally. She lays back down then, pressed against him, nudging his shoulder with her face. “Roll over.” When his back is to her she wraps her arms around him from behind, her face closely pressed to the top of his head. Her legs are bent, one in between his knees, and Lee's feet have already turned into blocks of ice again.