He pushed a hand inside the blankets to feel her cheek, her shoulder. Trickles of water ran across her face as her hair melted. He was cold, but she was ice. She needed every scrap of warmth he could find for her... His sense of touch, enhanced by the Void and saidin, soaked in the feel of her. Her skin made silt feel rough.

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