She grinned, glad to be of some help, and watched him. Why was it she always thought he was so scary? The makeup might be a little much, yeah, but it was just his way of wearing a mask. And it wasn't like he had chosen to be scary - he had been saddled with that power just like she was saddled with fire. He wasn't anything but a big puppy in need of a haircut and a hug, and she'd give him both of those just as soon as they were out of there. For now, keeping him warm would have to do.

Per blew out air and looked over at the rest of the room. It was still covered in thick ice. There didn't seem to be any vents in the ceiling blowing in cold air to keep the room the right temperature, which made Per positive this ice had been made from Frosty. The puddle she had woken up in had frozen over again, but where she was sitting now the ice was beginning to melt. She shifted, pulling her legs up so she wouldn't melt the ice around his ankle. 

"And now, we wait," she sighed, moving again to get comfortable. She let her arm drop from his shoulders to hang around his waist, and rested her head on his shoulder. God, she was tired, and he was so cozy. Why didn't she get to do this more often? Probably because she only wanted to snuggle up to Orren, and he didn't seem to like being touched. Did Dylan like being touched? Per pulled away abruptly, sitting up to look at Dylan and loosening her hold around him. "Oh, I'm sorry," she said, her green eyes apologetic. "Is this okay? I didn't mean to - I'm sorry, I just assumed - I'm sorry."