If it was getting any warmer in the makeshift burrow, the fusion sure didnât feel it. The cold had permeated every inch of their body- soaked through the thick outer layers of their winter clothing, seeped into their skin and settled within their very bones, and it was all they could feel. It was everything; a pain so desperate- so frantic-that theyâd have clawed their very way out of their meat to escape it, and yet it left them so exhausted that they couldnât even muster the energy required to reopen their eyes. When Ruby spoke, she was lucky to have received the soft, barely audible moan that she did.Â
   All my energy is going into shivering.Â
   Their own voice in their head felt detached- distant and quiet and so, so tired, but they clung to it nonetheless. That was them- that was Steven and Connie; their thoughts, their emotions, their existences- and the fusion clutched onto the feeling of being not alone like a lifeline. Like perhaps it was the only thing still keeping them alive- this knowledge that if they died, so did the components of their very being.Â
   My body is struggling to regulate its temperature- the outside is warming up, but my body is still frozen. Itâs still in the process of dying.Â
   Those hands in their hair were nice, though, imminent death aside. Warm fingers carding through heavy, wet curls, occasionally brushing over their scalp and bringing to the forefront of their hazy mind memories, all blurred at the edges and muffled but present nonetheless. Steven was no stranger to the affectionate pat to the head every once in a while, and though his acting mothers had been so alien for the better part of his entire life, he still cherished their awkward, albeit loving gestures of adoration regardless. Connieâs mother had done this before as well; less nowadays-a gentle affection reserved for late nights and sick days, but the love and comfort the girl had taken from the simple act of her mother brushing her nimble doctorâs fingers through her mass of dark hair had the emotion of longing well up within the fusionâs chest with such intensity that they couldnât have stopped the sob of âAmmi-â from slipping past their lips if theyâd tried.Â
She fought the urge to rub their hands or to hug them in order to warm them faster. That would be bad- very bad, if she understood Stevonnieâs insistence to warm them slow correctly. Still, she felt the burrow was not warm enough- barelly a room temperature, and that was not good. So after she was sure the fusionâs hair was dry- as was the hat she dried of earlier- she slipped the piece of cloth under their head before getting up to start pacing around again.
Focusing, she made the heat she was radiating as even as it could be- not too overly hot, but not too low either- slightly above a sunny day feel, so that she spread the warmth evenly, finally, finally, bringing the den to the correct temperature.
It made her feel like she had been running for days. Sweat was gathering on her brows and she felt what a human could describe as âwindedâ- but that was okay, she was doing what she should be doing- though her eyes strayed towards the exit tunnel of the burrow more often than not, the red gem feeling anxious and lonely without Sapphire here to hold her hand.
With another part of her job done, she returned to Stevonnieâs side, moving to run her fingers through their hair again, somehow sensing it calmed them both. She started babbling- about anything really. About the Temple back home, about the mess Amethyst liked to make and how it drove Pearl crazy- about herself and Sapphire and Garnet- though it made her miss the word Stevonnie let out in a sob.
âOh- oh, shhh, itâs okay, Iâm here, alright? I got you- I got you-â She murmured to them anxiously, shifting closer to bow down and press her cheek to their forehead briefly, drawing in a shuddering breath. âI got you- it will be okay, you will see, we will get through this together, yeah?â
They will get through this. They had to.
Ruby will make sure of that, even if it would be the last thing she does.