The warm water hissed on contact with the frozen pieces stuck around Sefton's ankles. The boy gasped a bit at the sudden change in temperature when the water slid down the rest of his foot, then groaned as he could tell that the cool-field his shoes were generating had begun to its way against the water Chivy was pouring. It wasn't freezing just yet, but it was losing its effectiveness.

"It's getting cold already," he told Chivy, realizing the other wouldn't be able to tell simply from watching.