She paused in the act of reaching out to take Elsa's hands, since they'd been withdrawn, flexing them against open air, for a moment unsure of how to proceed. Everything felt a little strange, somehow fresh and unfamiliar. Maybe it was the chill.

She did know she didn't want Elsa to feel bad about that. That much she was still solid about. She pushed her overlong sleeves up until her hands were free and she could use those to haul herself in a single move back up onto the bed.

still strong at least ok that's good

"'s okay," she said. "I don't know, either. I think this is one of those things. Somehow we're small."