“There are much better ways to die than this, Little Fox.'
'Your attempts to comfort are tr-tragic,' Evangeline stuttered.
'You're still alive,' he grumbled. His fingers found her eyelids then, and with feather-soft touches, he brushed away the melting ice.
Maybe he wasn't entirely hopeless. She wondered if he just hadn't had much practice at this. Comforting someone was an intimate thing, and according to the stories, intimacy didn't end well with Jacks. But he clearly knew how to be gentle. She felt herself thaw in increments as his fingers went to her cheeks, sweeping away the frozen tears.”
―
Stephanie Garber,
Once Upon a Broken Heart
