Round 186

Jeane's crimson eyes flicker dangerously as she feels her shield magic stutter again. Five minutes of this… arrangement? she hisses back to Silra, you drive a hard bargain, rogue, but fine—five minutes before I freeze solid or this shield gives out. With a supreme effort of will, she allows herself to lean against Silra's smaller frame, hating the intimacy but knowing her core temperature remains dangerously low.