Another amazing elven fault of his; temperature. He was more than hyper sensitive to any change. It easily got too hot, or too cold. In this case, the latter. He was freezing, having to lean onto his partner for warmth semi-unconsciously. He would normally ignore it and tough it out, but when he needed a steady hand for a shot he couldn’t afford to be shaking and shivering in the cold.
He cupped his hands in front of him for a moment, taking a deep breath and forming a small fire within his hands. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to at least keep his face from freezing solid, “My apologies, my blood makes me very sensitive to temperatures. I don’t know if I’ll be able to take this hit,” He spoke the words bitterly, not liking to admit his own faults or back down from a job he was assigned to, though he knew when he was defeated. And right now it was when his gloved hands couldn’t hold the stalk of a rifle still enough to shoot.
“How cold is it? I can’t feel a damn thing.”
The mage was alert and on self-imposed lookout duty, concentrating more on his eyes and ears and the vague perception that his magic circle provided him with than the light pressure of Izarra leaning against him. He did look over when the other man drew his hands in, finally seeming to notice that he was having a tough time with the cold. Blinking, Elias clucked his tongue and leaned back against him, reaching up to unwind the long woolen blue scarf that had once been a part of military uniform.
“Mind, I’ll want it back later but here, put this on, neck and head, like,” he said, turning up the collar of his coat against the wind as he tossed a loop of the scarf over Izarra’s shoulders, still warm from his own body heat. “Let’s see if we can’t get you warmed up a bit, shall we? No need to be shy about huddling up; I’ve been a human hot water bottle plenty of times before and I’ve rather gotten used to it. Curl up a bit more, arms and legs in close, like.”
Austrion had been quite a cold continent, and part of standard training had been how to keep oneself and one’s comrades warm, something that Elias was often pressed into helping out with due to nothing more than his elevated body temperature. Though this was a different situation in several ways the routine was the same and almost instinctual by now. The mage shifted over closer to his partner, slung an arm around him, and began to briskly rub his back. “Still a bit above freezing, I should think,” he said in response to the question, unable to stop himself from speaking in a teasingly cheerful tone. Even so, he began to bump up the temperature inside his magic circle, just a few degrees to begin with.
