Warrens skin was pale from the cold. His many scars were more noticeable and he winced as he let her pull the shirt off. He had been hurt so many times. He remembered each scar. How hed gotten them and why. But he was tired and cold. He couldnt focus on them. Only on the warmth from the fire. He noticed his shoulder didnt feel or move right, but the bleeding had slowed so he didnt care.