<span style="font-family:Overlock">As she was wrapped in a blanket and carried onto a sled of sorts, Holly offered absolutely no resistance at all to any of it. Her arms remained wrapped around herself although it was difficult to tell whether that was in an attempt at warmth or to try and preserve some amount of modesty in their unique situation. Once the blanket was fully around her, though, her fingers clasped around the edges of it and pulled it as tight as she could manage to, drawing comfort from what she could. <br/>
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When he explained where they were going and that he would help her get warm, Holly nodded. It was a small nod, but it was hard to miss. His next comment, though, drew a very confused expression onto her face. <i>‘I didn’t jump… did I?’</i> It wasn’t something she said out loud, but the thought was definitely in her head. The memories were a bit fuzzy from phasing, but the more she thought about it, the more she recalled. She hadn’t jumped. The ice had broken beneath her feet… all four of them. Holly had no idea how she could possibly explain that, though. So that was what she tried to figure out as they made their way to the cabin her savior called home; she couldn’t honestly say she made much progress on that train of thought, but she was trying. <br/>
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Again there was no resistance as he carried her inside. Holly was still trying to process everything that had happened and figure out how to go forward with surviving the day and whatever else was to come. <br/>
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The fire was pleasant, and Holly wanted more of its warmth almost instantly. She moved herself off of the chair to sit directly in front of the fire, still coiled tightly in the blanket as well, so that she could soak up more of the heat it offered. <br/>
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Then she heard Seth’s question. “Coffee’s… uh… yeah. Coffee is nice.” Her reaction might have seemed a bit delayed but she had a lot on her mind. <br/>
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Slowly, she was starting to piece together more of what she should be doing to warm herself up as well. Using the blanket he had given her, Holly attempted to dry herself off. She was still quite soaked from the pond. Staying wrapped in a wet blanket wouldn’t exactly help her much, though. “Do you… uhm… have another blanket?” she asked him as he started working on drinks.</span>