Arie tucks her knees up under her nightshirt and huddles by the fire, letting the pain in her feet block out the talking and the wrongness. She'd still rather be somewhere else, or possibly nowhere at all, but since no one's yelling or trying to touch her anymore this will have to do.
Lee stalks over and grabs a tacklebox, hauling it over and sitting next to Arie, motioning Nul over again, sharply. "Both of you. Feet. Show me."
Arie shrinks back, but her feet are poking right out to be looked at regardless. The toes are very red now; if anything was blue or white, it's been warmed past that stage now. They're also more than a little scraped up.
"'Kkkay... this is gonna hurt, but that's what you get for running in the woods in the snow with no shoes...." she pops the chest open and pulls out a swab and alcohol. "Let's clean this up. On the plus side, I think you're going to keep your toes."
Arie pulls her feet back a little, but extends a hand instead. "I. I'll do. It." She knows how to clean things up, at least- "wipe alcohol on it" isn't brain surgery- and the humiliation that's welling up to fill the space the slowly-receding panic has left would prefer not to be tended to by a stranger.
"....mnnh. 'kay. Tell me if you need tweezers to get anything out, i guess." She holds out a damp, alcohol-soaked cotton ball.
Slowly and hesitantly, as if it might bite, Arie takes the ball. Nothing happens. She didn't actually expect it to, however threatening everything feels right now. Then she scoots backward a little to begin cleaning anywhere it looks like there might be blood. It stings, but that's hardly noticeable compared to the rewarming.
Lee grabs one of Nul's feet and begins an inspection, hands rough and manner brusque, but... she hums under her breath. "....looks like you're not that bad." She grabs the bottle of booze and the bag of swabs, and quickly applies maybe a little too much alcohol to the cuts.
The unexpected touch produces another twitch, but after that it's just soft and nice. Arie uses her free hand to rearrange it over her shoulders so she can see. "'Nks," she says, quietly. It must have been the guy that dropped it, the "Ev".
Arie opens her mouth to swear that she is okay, because everyone else is worse off and her problems are her own damn fault anyway. But either talking hasn't entirely come back to her yet, or that's just too big a lie: the words won't form. She makes do with lowering her head and mashing the cotton ball against scrapes she's already done.
"...I'm okay, I like the cold," Nul says. "Ow." The sting is more surprising than painful, at least for a moment. "You're, um. Ow! Hole in your OW! chest. Fuck that stings."
"....yeah, thought so." Ev stares, then half-heartedly pats her shoulder before dropping a blanket onto Nul.
"What? No! I didn't mean it like - oh, shit, I'm so sorry." He resists the urge to yank his foot away. The blanket is too much, and he tries to shake it off. "I just really feel like I've met you two," he manages.
