Finally, he was able to rise to consciousness enough to understand what was going on. He was shivering violently, but that was the least of his concern. Moving fast, much stronger than he thought possible, he reached down and wrenched the bottles away, then the cloths. When the heat was removed from his frozen skin, he sighed with relief, gasping for breath.<br/><br/>Blinking away the tears of pain, he simply breathed for several long moments. Finally, he turned to look at her.<br/><br/>"Please... No heat. Its..." he coughed violently, "Its frostbite. Heat will only hurt me. Start with cold, and slowly warm it. I've treated the wounds of My... of... the woman who owned me before. She froze their hands. I... Please... no heat... please..."<br/><br/>He kept mumbling, but exhaustion overtook him. He drifted off into unconsciousness. Eventually, the mumbles became moans, then silence.