Gracias a Dios for that. I never want to see a snowman again in my life.
[there's still snow in her hair and some of her bones have iced, though that may be difficult to see as she's drenched in mud. She rears back a moment as she sees him like that and the heart she doesn't have fizzes with warmth behind her ribs. She wants to touch his hair, push it back from his forehead, lean in--
Her fingers even twitch to do it but then she remembers she is all bones and that is all said and done too long ago. Instead she shoves a covered basket in his arms and pushes in to dust the snow from her hair.]
Tell me you have some sort of shower in this mud hole.
12/18 6pm
[there's still snow in her hair and some of her bones have iced, though that may be difficult to see as she's drenched in mud. She rears back a moment as she sees him like that and the heart she doesn't have fizzes with warmth behind her ribs. She wants to touch his hair, push it back from his forehead, lean in--
Her fingers even twitch to do it but then she remembers she is all bones and that is all said and done too long ago. Instead she shoves a covered basket in his arms and pushes in to dust the snow from her hair.]
Tell me you have some sort of shower in this mud hole.