Lucy pauses at his request but continues on, disappearing for a moment. She returns with a cup of water and hands it off to him before she moves one of the armchairs as close as she can to the fireplace. “Then it’s there for you later, if you want any.”

Pins and needles have begun to cut through the earlier numbness in her fingers, the joints stiff as she tries to make fists and then stretch out her hands, fingers splayed. She’ll wait a few more moments before reaching out to Desmond on the new arrival.

“If you’re still cold, I think I have a few more blankets. Are you alright now?”