Strangely, Madeleine was a lot calmer than a mother who had lost her child should be. She was, naturally, worried about her daughter's whereabouts, but she felt an odd peace about it, as if somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew her daughter wouldn't be found here, but that she was okay. "Is your brother alive?" She asked, looking around.
Aya looked to her brother, who, oddly enough, wasn't awake yet.
"Well, I'm not sure. I guess I should check..." She muttered and approached Thomas's body. She took precautions first and removed the random ancient-looking, broken and rusted chainsaw from his hand that obviously wouldn't work an ounce. It looked rather painful as she had to pry the metal away from his palm, leaving the skin red and raw, but it was better than him knowing he had a weapon.
He was already "dethawed", so she was able to lift up his head and look at his face.
His glasses were cracked, his eyes slightly open, and his shallow breath was visible in the chilling air.
She partially didn't want him to wake up, but she was his sister, so it would be cruel to leave him like this.
Giving him a gentle/kind of not gentle slap to the face, Thomas opened his eyes almost immediately.
She immediately let go of him, his head falling back since he didn't even know what was going on and hitting the thawing ice behind him.
"Eugh..." He groaned as Aya stood and stepped away from him.
"Hey, Thomas, you need to get up." Aya demanded sternly, sounding more like a bossy stranger than a sister.
He slowly sat himself up, confused, barely able to see with his broken glasses.
"Wait..." He took a few seconds to recall who she was, "Aya...Is that really you?" He asked tiredly with disbelief. Aya sighed,
"Yes, it's me. Now my God, get up."
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