Rose approached and Ilia couldn't deny herself any longer. Lifting her shaky arms, Ilia carefully encircled the girl. It took every ounce of self-control she had to not squeeze Rose too tightly. Part of her surrendered to the need for tactile clinginess and her hands grasped at the thin fabric that clothed Rose.

She was freezing, like she really had just come back to life minutes before now. It was so impossible to imagine. Ilia squeezed her eyes tight, trying to fight back the tears that threatened to overwhelm her for what seemed like the hundredth time that day. It was just so surreal.

"You should be dead, you should be... but you're alive and... and that's what matters." Lana had been right. Ilia was thankful she had come, but she did have one more task ahead of herself.

"Okay, we'll take you someplace warm." Ilia cleared her throat and retreated from the hug, her hands rubbing up and down Rose's arms to try and return circulation to them. "I need to check around. Just in the other... cells, okay? Then we'll go back to the rooms and get you some blankets and things."

Ilia suddenly wished she had a flask of whiskey on her. Rose probably needed water more than anything, but the heat from the alcohol would probably have done a world of good for her internal body temperature.