Lloyd startled a bit at having Ruca grab his hand, but in retrospect, maybe that shouldn't have been so surprising. Ruca was cold. Dangerously cold. His forehead, his hands - his whole body was probably below his normal temperature. There was a word for that, he was pretty sure, but he couldn't remember it off the top of his head. It didn't matter. He did remember that having your body temperature drop wasn't good.

"Maybe you are sick," he said. "But you don't have a fever. It's gotta be the opposite. Here." He moved to wrap an arm around Ruca. "We need to get you warmed back up." If blankets weren't working, then maybe body heat would, and Lloyd definitely had plenty to spare.