Hallbjorn's words and his soft touch drew Kara from her nightmare. Her eyes opened slowly and the frost tipping her eyelashes made them feel heavy. The honey brown color was replaced once more by the iridescent amber.  One moment she was dreaming of Hallbjorn dying, and now he was hovering over her and reassuring that all was well. The sight of him above her, and his hair acting as a curtain so that it was just the two of them in a cocoon helped her to relax.<br/><br/>She turned her face into the palm of his hand while her hands searched in vain for her blankets that had been kicked on the floor. Kara's Betty Boop nightshirt was twisted around her waist and exposing her silky red panties. If she had realized that, she would have been mortified. As it was, she found it incredibly difficult to wake up fully. Though she detected the scent of blood, her mind was too foggy to register where it was coming from.<br/><br/>As she tried to rouse herself further, her teeth began to chatter from the cold. Kara  drew her legs up as she tried to curl into a ball against the frigid air. Hallbjorn's hand was warm on her, and the heat of his body called out to her. She tugged on his arm, urging him to join her in the bed. “Its cold in here.” Kara's voice was sleepy as she spoke.<br/><br/>A flash of her nightmare caused her forehead to crease with pain as a single tear to trail down her cheek before freezing. “I dreamed that the werewolves killed you.” Her lower lip trembled. “Please don't leave me.”<br/><br/>Kara tried hard to stay awake, but the cold was so painful that she gave into the need to sink back into sleep. Eventually the room began to grow warm again, causing the frozen tear on her cheek to melt and slide down her skin until reaching her pillow, where it was soaked up. Where the tear had frozen, her skin seemed red as if it were burned. Within an hour, even that trace of her nightmare had healed and was no more.