Under the Moonless Sky
"Let's see," says Chelsie, as she examines the altar and tablet. "I don't know how, but I seem to understand these engravings. Larazel blesses me with growing abilities. Hmmm, yes, I think we can change that. And that, the syntax doesn't work without that verb ending. And that's a totally different word...." Her voice trails off, as she works to alter the tablet's engravings to surreptitiously drain its magical utility.
As they prepare to cross the frigid water again, Chelsie shivers. "The clothes helped, but it was still an ordeal. Yet we must cross, so we'd better get to it, before those fishmen come back with friends."
Huddling together seems smart, too, hopefully that helps. I'll warm three articles of clothing again, two of them mine if that's alright.
If I fail two more saves, I will set myself on fire to warm up. A bit rough, but I should be able to put it out with an action and then heal up any damage. Better than dying of hypothermia.