The Journey Of Yin And Yang 27 Delirium Iii

As the temperature kept dropping, Yang realized that the bear pelt was still somewhat lacking. Sure it provided warmth, but not nearly as much as he wished for. This was proved by the increased tremor of his muscles.

If he was freezing while being perfectly healthy, then Yin must be almost an ice cube by now. Although that would be quite an ironical fate for an Ice G.o.d, the Fire G.o.d didn't want to see her dying in front of him.

Yang sat up and freed his extremities in order to be able to move closer to the sick person. He decided to ignore Yin's preference of no physical contact, since it was an emergency.

Thus, he entered under her pelt and wrapped his pelt around it. The night had truly arrived by then, which caused his movements to be somewhat sloppy. Once or twice, he might even have touched something soft... but he decided to avoid concluding what it was.

He then checked that they where completely covered, which required even more touching... When Yang was certain that no body part was exposed to the cold, he lied down beside the s.h.i.+vering woman.

Yang lied in close proximity to Yin but dared not to wrap his arms around her. He also avoided to touch her more than what he was forced to. They hardly knew each other and he was already stepping over her boundaries.

She would most likely already choke him to death when she wakes up. Just thinking of it, resulted in involuntary s.h.i.+vers for the Fire G.o.d. He didn't want to add crimes to his record and increase his punishments.

The consequence was therefore that he lied on his side, facing her with a posture as stiff as a iron stick, while she comfortably lied on her back.

After a while, he could register that the Ice G.o.d became calmer. She no longer made noises and her frown was gone. When he reached out and felt her forehead, it was a bit warmer.

Satisfied with the progress, Yang drew back his hand and closed his eyes. He fell asleep immediately, even though he was highly uncomfortable and tense.

Maybe it was because of the relief and belief that Yin would recover. Anyway, he started to dream about his favorite hobby: eating food.