Rosiel didn't understand why Faye had wrapped the blanket around him; it had been meant for her. She was mumbling something, too... he strained to listen to her over the wind. After saying "Guardian" Faye's face contorted painfully. She bit her lower lip slightly and her eyes had a far away, blank look. He thought that he could see her lip trembling a little anyway; she was obviously trying to hold back tears.

He could feel her dispair, as well. It was one of the "gifts" that Angels possessed that he wished dearly that he'd never gotten. It was wonderful to have this feeling when the people around you were being happy... but when they hurt, it was awful. Rosiel felt the weight that was on Faye's heart on his own, and it was choking him. He didn't understand what was making her so sad, and he wanted it to go away; it wasn't that he was selfish, but he couldn't stand to see anyone in agony.

And he was reminded again of Faye's stricken face.

The Angel leaned up and lightly touched the woman's cheek with his hand, watching her speak to him with that same blank look on her face. She hadn't even noticed that he was touching her. Her cheek felt warm to him, pulsing with her life. He moved his hand away before she could notice, and she started to brush at the skirt of her dress, absently.

He kept his hand in the air, watching her carefully now, unsure of what was wrong. His lips and his throat suddenly felt very dry to him, and he terribly wanted something to drink. There was the snow. Water, water, all around him, but drinking any of it (or, rather, eating) would surely cause him to have another coughing hit. He withdrew his hand completely, and moved the other from his mouth, sitting up, then having his hand slip.

Rosiel slid down, hearing the crunch his head made against the snow, and then having the entire world go completely woozy on him again. His closed his eyes briefly, and whe he opened them he saw that Faye had stopped brushing at her dress with her hand and instead had it up to her face, peeking at him from between her fingers.

"I do not kn-"

A gasp. Was she choking?

Then her breath caught.

Yes, choking. Is she choking? He tried to lean up again, to help her. She began to cough, but it was a short fit and her cough didn't sound wet, as it were to sound if she were also ill, nor was it too dry. Perhaps her throat was also too dry?

She was silent for around a minute and then she spoke, again.

"Rosiel, I am sorry, I do not know the way back. I am afraid you will have to direct me." She knelt down slightly as she spoke to him, "May I help you?" she said, as she offered him her hand. Her voice sounded bitter, angry, and she did sound like she was choking again.

Tears?

He reached up and softly wrapped his hand around her wrist, pulling her hand away from her face so that he could see her. He took her offered hand with his other hand, letting go of her wrist and gently sliding the back of his hand across her cheek.

"Please don't be upset," he said in a hoarse whisper, as that was all his throat would allow. "Keovari and the Lady Mystical that I have not met... they will join us at the bar, then."

He used her as gently as he could to get to his feet, and of course, the world started to swim before him once again. The Angel clasped a hand on Faye's shoulder to keep his balance and look around him. The snow made it almost impossible to see anything ahead of a few meters. He felt wet and cold again, and looked down, to notice that the blanket had slid off of him and was lying on the ground. His shirt was still soaked, and it would just make the blanket wet.

He really wished that Faye would have taken it for herself, as he intended. As quickly as he could, he unbuttoned the shirt, took it off, crumpled it, and stuffed it in his pack, which he slung across his should again. Rosie leaned over and picked up the blanket, holding on to Faye's shoulder tightly (he hoped he wasn't hurting her) and then drapped it over the both of them.

"Let's go," he wheezed. "Ravenholm is this way. I hope Stefan will have some warm food and drink prepared for us..."

He slid his hand down Faye's arm, taking her hand and leading her through the forest and the snow, with his right wing folded around the woman in an attempt to keep her warm.