Abigail didn't protest. She was too cold to care. All she could think about, now that Alex was with her, was to get warm again to stop the shivering.
Alex removed his shirt as well to give her more warmth and he used the towels to wrap around her and himself to keep her warm. He sat on the wooden bench, cradling her tightly. He rubbed her shoulders, took her hands in his and blew on them, trying to get her blood circulating again.
"Abigail… are you, okay?" he asked her.
She nodded, but her eyes were closed. She was still trembling.
"I'm so sorry… I shouldn't have left you." His arms around her tightened and he kissed her head, his face filled with regret.
