Twyla wasn't dead. Why wasn't she dead? Her body was frozen to the icy ground underneath her but there was a warm bundle pressed against her body that was keeping her alive. The events of the day flooded her mind and Twyla groaned internally. She must still be in the icy cave in Eirene.
Watery sunlight illuminated vague outlines. Twyla tilted her head so that she could see more than just her frozen arms. Her face pulled away from the ice in painful tears as she moved. There was still ice and snow all around her. Her jacket was covering the warm lump against her stomach.
She pushed slowly up. Her hands were blue and numb. It wasn't a good sign but she managed to use them to lift herself up without disturbing the presence. It had to be the creature from earlier under the coat. Her arms were too weak to hold herself up for too long. But Twyla wanted to know what it was.