⟪ it’s a bitter pill to swallow, to acknowledge the need for assistance while the cold gnaws at his bones. bigby’s somewhat condescending tone cuts through the icy air, a gruff reminder of how precarious the situation actually is: dream’s skin is too frozen to show any further signs of indignation, but then again, it’s also not the first time he’s being talked to like he’s five.

your guidance is appreciated. see how easy it would be to just say it. but no. instead he musters the last dregs of his flexibility to give a reluctant nod, taking one snuffy step in bigby’s direction. warmth does sound pretty tempting, and his newfound vulnerability is humbling enough as is: there’s no need to add insult to injury. ⟫

Very well. ⟪ soon, his lips probably won’t even be able to move. might as well follow him. ⟫ I have no wish to become a… cautionary tale among yours. ⟪ for lack of a better term. ⟫ Lead the way.