"C-C-Cold." Cass' teeth were chattering. He wasn't sure how long he'd been cold, but he felt it to his bones. His body ached, a deep sense of unease mixed with the kind of chill that haunted you long after you consumed a warm cup of tea. It was worse then when he'd tried to fall asleep above ground, and he didn't know what to do.
He was holding onto himself, and he realised that his hands were bound. At first, he panicked, before he realised they weren't bound in a prisoner sense, just because he was injured.
It was a normal sensation, he was just so cold that he'd forgotten where he was. Who he was.
Cass fumbled around, trying to find more blankets, anything to warm up and instead his bandaged hand hit something soft. Cass froze. Whatever he'd hit made a soft sound before it shifted, rolling over and Cass met the reptilian gaze of a sleepy dragon. His orange eyes glowed in the dark as he grumbled.
