Aora felt a hand on her shoulder, and slowly relaxed. Breathing became easier, and she felt feeling return to her hands and feet.
"Th-thank you," she whispered sleepily. She was still cold, but... it was a different kind of cold. A comforting, friendly kind, rather than a biting kind. She positioned her hands beneath her and cautiously sat up.
"Thank you," she said again to the man standing above her. "How did you do that?"