Mary's eyes widened as she heard Lydia's voice, raised as it was. For a moment she couldn't help but worry things were going badly. But then it seemed that they'd actually found help. Better late than never. Better frigid than dead.

She shivered, clinging to Saori as they moved forward towards the sleigh. She tried to join Ira in calling out but her voice felt like a hard lump in her throat. Her eyes were getting heavy too. No. Just a little further, come on. She punched herself in a thigh, taking care not to stab herself, using the pain to keep herself alert and the contact to keep her blood moving.

"Come...on..."