The ice is dissipating, and with it Fern can feel the warmth from the rest of the city filtering back in. The rain slows it a bit, though with the return of the warmth Fern can feel his anxiety starting to spike again, the vines twitching and stretching out. That makes it all the more important that he keeps on trying to listen to Luz. She's trying to help, she is helping, and he can't just start ignoring her after all this.

"O - okay! Okay, concentrating on you. Not anything else. Just you," he says, strained, and yanks a hand away from gripping his hair to reach for Luz's hand. That's something, something warmer and more solid than his own body.