Sacha's brow furrowed even as he felt his body struggling to tense. As much as he wanted to pull away or reach for his blade though, his arms and legs gave up on their motions halfway. The cold continued to bite, but at least it felt cold. Ah, no. He really needed to move or he wouldn't be able to move at all anymore. Frostbite worked that way didn't it? Leaning away, he felt his heart rate jump as the strange plant-creature spoke.

"Wh-what are you doing?!" he hissed. He could feel heat from the palm of this creature. Otherwise, he would be very sure he dreamed this entire thing. Maybe he still was, but as the creature almost touched his face, he snapped his head away, avoiding the touch as if it was a very real thing. The creature seemed to think the same thing and pulled away itself, mumbling words that weren't words at all. Blinking, Sacha managed a grunt and shifted away again. This was still a dream though right? It had to be.

After another second, Sacha forced himself onto his knees, intent on getting away. If the plant-creature really as just a dream, then it didn't matter. The thought of the sapling he weathered the storm with vanished from his mind. He didn't realize he couldn't see it now. He only wanted to get moving. One foot, then another. He struggled though and the fresh snow only made it harder. Damn, why did it have to be so cold?