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She whimpered and went still on the bench, trying to curl up, to preserve heat -- she was cold, even through her jacket, cold. Ivy's eyes were pressed shut; and given a minute, give or take some seconds, the movement of her chest evened out into the rise-and-fall of sleep.

Her wrist went slack and limp in Aurostibite's hands, and Ivy's face was tracked with cold tears, but she looked -- half-peaceful, in sleep, even half-happy; with no trace of the fear and insecurity that had crossed her eyes only a minute and two earlier.

(The girl's phone dropped from her pocket, vibrating with the arrival of a text that would -- as of yet -- go unanswered.)