The moment Roxanne arrived at the port, she felt it, before she even reached her. Vivianne was seated on a low stone step near the docks, with Marvessa kneeling close beside her like a shadow that refused to leave. The sea breeze should have carried warmth after the battle, but when Roxanne reached her wife and gathered her into her arms, the cold in her body was unmistakable.
Vivianne's body is too cold. Not the pleasant coolness of Undine's touch, but a hollow cold, as if the warmth had been drawn out from the inside. Her skin was pale, lips faintly tinged with blue, and lashes fluttering weakly as she tried to smile up at Roxanne.
"You overdid it," Roxanne murmured, voice tight despite herself.
