85 A little bit of heat

"Where is all of the water going!?" Forseti cried, his voice nearly drowned out by the roaring rush of air and water. The once-inescapable waters now churned and collapsed, their suffocating grasp replaced with fresh, breathable salvation.

Then the cold set in.

A sharp wind cut through the cavern, biting deep, and Forseti's soaked clothes did nothing to stop the tremors wracking his body. He hugged himself, his teeth chattering uncontrollably.

Aksel, already drying himself with his electric ability, blue sparks flying around him, barely spared him a glance. "We need Sirius."

He stripped off his clothing, motioning for Forseti to do the same. "We need a fire. Plus, he's got that blanket of his."

Forseti hesitated. "W-what a-are y-you g-gonna d-do with y-your c-clothes?"

Aksel sighed, shoving the dry garments at him. "Wear them. They're warm."