[The first thing he'll notice is that Aether is cold as ice. Even through the fabric of his clothing, holding him feels like hugging a glacier. And when he catches him, he'll hear that same odd cracking noise he heard when Aether got up the previous time.]
[He's so fragile more quickly than he expected.]
[And this time, the cracks are visible. Down the side of Aether's face, a crack runs down over one of his eyes -- which now appears glassy, as though it were made of ice. There's a brief, terrifying moment where Aether appears to be struggling to breathe -- but one deep breath quickly sets him right again. Gritting his teeth, he moves to struggle out of Itto's arms, a cold hand pushing off of his shoulder as he stands.]
This place is-- cursed. We need to get out of here before it adds us to its collection of ice sculptures.
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[He's so fragile more quickly than he expected.]
[And this time, the cracks are visible. Down the side of Aether's face, a crack runs down over one of his eyes -- which now appears glassy, as though it were made of ice. There's a brief, terrifying moment where Aether appears to be struggling to breathe -- but one deep breath quickly sets him right again. Gritting his teeth, he moves to struggle out of Itto's arms, a cold hand pushing off of his shoulder as he stands.]
This place is-- cursed. We need to get out of here before it adds us to its collection of ice sculptures.