by Steve Rogers 11/26/2013, 11:41 pm
"Hm..." Was all he said. He was struggling to keep himself awake. Three day? No, four. Four days without sleep and lord knows how many since he'd eaten last. He just... Didn't get hungry. It hurt to eat. It hurt his soul.
He glanced to his fingers and indeed they were beginning to look a bit frost bitten. He was shaking a little bit, and hacked out a ragged cough. He was sick. But why now? Why were the symptoms showing up so rapidly? He glanced up at Sofie. Oh it must've been relief. Relief to finally be in trusted company.