The next morning I woke up feeling like there was something on my arm.
When I opened my eyes, I found that Rachel was sitting on a chair next to our bed, while falling asleep, comfortably sitting on my arm. Taking mine with one of her hands, she also put her head on it.
In general, I had the feeling that my palm was crushed by a stone.
I sat up carefully, trying to figure out what had happened at all. My last clear memory was how I ended up unconscious in a snowdrift. But what happened after…?
— Oh…
I put my free hand to my forehead, but was surprised to find that there was no fever. This body turned out to be in perfect order, despite the fact that I almost froze to death. And this despite the fact that the original Lerian, in principle, was not distinguished by good health.
Real shamanic tricks of some kind.
