If there's one guy who knows undeath and the freezing cold, it's Harrowheart.
The few minutes before there's any sign of life (unlife?) drag on agonizingly slow. But finally, there's movement. So small and so subtle, it might be quite easy to miss.
But Jesse's pale eyes have gone from frosty and dull to glassy and watering. There's only a few twitches at first, failed attempts to blink eyelids that are still stiff. Then they flick side to side, perhaps taking in the unfamiliar view, perhaps just moving for the sake of making sure he can. Eventually, they pass over and then latch onto Blaze. Just watching her rather than trying to examine or focus on anything else.
It's another two minutes before fingers twitch. Another one after that before he makes a low and raspy sound.
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The few minutes before there's any sign of life (unlife?) drag on agonizingly slow. But finally, there's movement. So small and so subtle, it might be quite easy to miss.
But Jesse's pale eyes have gone from frosty and dull to glassy and watering. There's only a few twitches at first, failed attempts to blink eyelids that are still stiff. Then they flick side to side, perhaps taking in the unfamiliar view, perhaps just moving for the sake of making sure he can. Eventually, they pass over and then latch onto Blaze. Just watching her rather than trying to examine or focus on anything else.
It's another two minutes before fingers twitch. Another one after that before he makes a low and raspy sound.