A greater shudder in reaction to the contact is followed by a calm, a sigh. It's warm, Lazar's hand is strong, it's something to focus on. Barrow closes his eyes, takes a deep breath and sighs it out. He won't be able to sleep while he's shivering like this, but he's not alone.

It goes on like this for a good while, the silence of the room stretching minutes into hours, with nothing to mark the time apart from Barrow's shuddering breaths. Within this marker the change occurs: their intervals become more erratic with the stiffening of his back and shoulders, his semi-conscious face contorting with discomfort.