BRIAR'S POV
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Every little noise startles me just as I drift into the unconscious state of slumber. Every twitch of my body, whether it be my leg, back or just my finger, draws me awake, leaving a pulsing ache vibrating through me. When I wake, it feels like hours have passed, but Column's still standing guard. He's still standing there, holding that fiery torch with one hand, sword with the other, staring out into the dark night, but I could see some time has passed by the brightness of the moonlight falling upon the land, but the coldness increases, temperature dropping into almost nothing, and as I curl in on myself, trying to stop the chattering of my teeth, I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to imagine a bed, a house, boiling water...anything warm that isn't a fire.
"You're cold," Fen
