He continued to kick, but the muscles in his legs were tiring, and he could feel the cold creeping in on him. “Giving up already, witch?” He felt her shake off her exhaustion, and blood rushed back into his fingers and toes. “I’ll match your pace, drüskelle. If we die, it will be your burden to bear in the next life.” He had to smile a little at that. She certainly didn’t lack for spine. That much had been clear even when she was caged.
