Sohalia continued to pet back Tynan's hair, pulling the velvet ribbon a bit tighter into the tangled mess of waves. The hair between her fingers felt dry, abnormally, and she began to notice that the dampness was seeping back into Tynan's very being. Still cold to the touch, Tynan's magic was withdrawing. Sohalia, on the other hand, was wet and cold. Her warmth had caused the cascade of snow on her to begin to melt and it was soaking her. Rivulets of water rolled down her face causing her own hair to stick to her skin. A chill hit her which raised goose bumps.
"Let's go.." Sohalia stood with Tynan and led her to the kitchen, turning back to glance at Rhett, Ari, and Margaret as they crossed. Tynan went in before her and the sound of her crumpling caused her to turn. The woman was now laying on the only clean, empty counter still as stone but visibly shaken. Sohalia pressed her hands on her back, feeling the strong bones of her corset a moment before moving by the hot ovens to warm herself. Her vision lingered on Tynan and asked a rather hard question to answer.
"Care to tell me what that was about?"
----not switching accounts to post as Rhett right now----
Rhett pulled a leg up as his bottom touched the floor from his crouching position. He threw his arm over his knee and laid his head down. The room began to spin. As skilled as he was, healing magics took much of his energy and he was no longer his peppy self. It would take food and sleep to fix him now. He sighed deeply, feeling himself drift off a bit when he realized he was being spoken to.
At first the words weren't clear, something about sugar? Maybe? It was Ari, across the room asking him about his coffee. Coffee? Oh yes, he asked her for a drink. That's right. He angled his head toward her slightly, looking at her with one glazed eye. Rhett was pale and sleep was setting in quickly. It took a few seconds for him to answer.
"Just a splash of whole milk and a tablespoon of sugar, please...," his voice was quiet, fatigued even. Sleep sounded great, even against the billows of snow in the cafe that was beginning to melt. The fur lined carpet under the Yule tree looked like a fantastic pillow.