[ They could give up right here, let the cold pull them into a dreamless sleep that lasts for an eternity, but these two women are remarkably stubborn—fighters even in the face of absolute hopelessness (that camp isn't far now but it's embers have long been covered in heaps of snow). She swallows, mouth far drier than she thought it could be in the middle of a storm of frozen fucking water; those thoughts are deadly.
She turns their backs to the wind, creating a wall between her open palm before them and the whipping wind behind. It's hard to concentrate, much harder than it'd been when Adam had been guiding her to her abilities, but after a moment of nothing but flickers, a flame bursts to life; it's small, but surprisingly hot.
Sharon holds it closer to their bodies, trying to will it to grow, but it remains small. ]
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She turns their backs to the wind, creating a wall between her open palm before them and the whipping wind behind. It's hard to concentrate, much harder than it'd been when Adam had been guiding her to her abilities, but after a moment of nothing but flickers, a flame bursts to life; it's small, but surprisingly hot.
Sharon holds it closer to their bodies, trying to will it to grow, but it remains small. ]
I can't... [ It's not going to get any bigger. ]