“If I lose a finger to hypothermia, I’m going to be so mad,” I joke. “You won’t. Are you feeling better? You’re not slurring so badly anymore.” I was slurring? “I’m actually colder now than I was before,” I admit. “Good. Your uncle told me skin-to-skin contact was the best way to warm someone up safely. He said the fact that you weren’t cold was a bad thing.”
