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“Does it hurt?” she asked

“Yes Stop asking”

“I have to ask Does it hurt more, or less than before?”

H

e pulled off his toque and pushed back his tangled hair It was so greasy now that it stood straight up, flopping over in big mounds at the top

“About the sa”

“Starving is good”

“I know that, bossy britches,” he said “That’s why I’ you”

“That isn’t good, though,” she said Below the wound, his foot was a chalky white All the blood was pooling near the wound, and not enough was getting down to his foot She moved down so that his foot was between her knees She looked up at him

“This is probably going to hurt”

He bared his teeth and blew out a short breath through his nose “Wouldn’t be fun if it didn’t, eh?”

She picked up his foot and began to rub it, using as gentle a motion as she could Peter shifted and wiped sweat off his face, hissing as the blood began to move into his foot She knew he runted and hissed as the blood began to circulate and the white skin began to colour

She ers in s extra attention to his toes It took a long ti some colour, but eventually it did When there were no more white patches anywhere that she could see, she was relieved

“Is it okay?” he asked

“Yeah, no frostbite”