[ her life, both before and after she'd been turned and imprisoned, had been spent in climates that rarely got touched by the cold, at least not to the degree that she's been exposed to since arriving here. the only times that had come close were when she'd been chained up in freezers, once to keep her from escaping and once to keep her from being detected. she'd hated it both times.
the man supporting her offers her what he's been drinking and she doesn't typically consume what she doesn't need to to survive, but she can and whatever he's sipping from is warm and she still feels frozen to her core. so she doesn't hesitate before accepting the drink, taking careful, slow sips of it. the sweetness is cloying, coating her tongue, but she barely tastes it over the warmth. ]
Gracias. Muchísimas gracias. [ her hand only shakes a little as she tries to hand it back. ]
cw: imprisonment, being locked in freezers
the man supporting her offers her what he's been drinking and she doesn't typically consume what she doesn't need to to survive, but she can and whatever he's sipping from is warm and she still feels frozen to her core. so she doesn't hesitate before accepting the drink, taking careful, slow sips of it. the sweetness is cloying, coating her tongue, but she barely tastes it over the warmth. ]
Gracias. Muchísimas gracias. [ her hand only shakes a little as she tries to hand it back. ]