After a torment of eternity, the winds finally left, taking its screams with it. The void, and the island within it began to change. Away from the bloody earth of what was his only 'sanctuary', a new dirt path arose from the void. The earth here was free of that taint, smelling instead of damp earth and clean air. And after a while, the path gave way to a path of wooden boards. Clearly made recently, it still smelt of the forest, and the void around him changed even further. Now, there were two densities- one like water, and one like air. 

Slowly, the wooden path swayed, and he felt an imprint of warmth against his skin, like tiny little hands...

Shortly after the mans broad shoulders were wrapped in a jacket, the movement seemed to wake him - at least a little. His eyes cracked open to darkness, beholden to nothing except the faintest outline of another body beside him. He became aware of two things, how the void still had a tight clutch on him...and how utterly...cold...he was.

Taking a breath to speak, he coughed at first. And then he could finally force out the whisper of a spell, before the void would again take him.

"[color=f7941d]Warmth[/color]"

As his consciousness sunk low into the darkness, a warmth rose from his core, radiating from his body, and projecting a small area of effect - one conveniently big enough to envelop him, and whoever it was that had to come up next to him.