Heat And Snow
There are seasons in this world. There is occasional heat and cold. Both temperatures varying in-between these extremes. Heat and snow bring their own telling signs.
In the heat, all he could do was watch the sweat drip from her nose. Sometimes it would fall from her nose onto the ground. Other times, it would fall and slide down her chest. There wasn't much that he could do to help her. But sometimes, they would find a piece of wood to use as a fan. She would fuss, but he insisted. Any comfort he can supply her, he would do anything for it.
In the snow, her lashes are spattered with flakes of snow. As is most of her body, but another telling sign is the goosebumps that rise in her arms. In this instance, he moves to her side, sliding an arm around her and pulling her close. He was cold too. Together, they are usually able to warm up. But sometimes, it isn't enough. And the two are forced to stay huddled together, shivering. Not that it was a problem. But the Entity chose the wrong thing to make real.
In its own way, the Entity tries to torture its victims. But in a way, it's 'torture' is keeping their humanity with each other. During these times, instead of suffering, everyone is huddled with on another trying to keep warm or cool off.
She was thankful for it. Somehow, he had started this cycle. When she was at her lowest and freezing cold, he started to hold her in order to keep her warm. He would fan her and try to keep her cool, even if it meant he suffered the elements just a little longer. And every time, she would thank him. With a kiss. With a hug. With conversations. With her love. He was a catch. But in his eyes, she was worth protecting from the Heat and snow.