[She can nudge him and call to him all she wants, but there will be no response. There is only his heavy and uneven breathing to indicate he's not dead yet. He might have twitched when the hand touched his face. It's so warm and welcoming against his cold body. Some of the dark wisp brushes against her, seemingly trying to find a means to enter her body. She might get this feeling that the warmth was being pulled out of her, into him.]
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