Elle dozed despite herself. Even in a hypothermic sleep, she was tense and guarded. She was curled on her side with her head tucked against her chest, fists balled, knees drawn up. Her brow was furrowed slightly, her face in a perpetual look of mild disapproval.<br/><br/>She woke again for a moment as the firelight flickered on her eyelids, her grey stare focused in confusion on the blaze. Her limbs ached from thawing back to a more normal temperature, and her skin felt as if it was burning from the temperature change. She sat up slowly, pushing the coat off of her in favor of drawing her own cloak around her body. She stared at Ghaleon critically.<br/><br/>"You saved me," she admitted begrudingly, smoothing her hair with one hand. Her leather bracer was tight and inflexible from the cold. "Why?"