Dim's gentleness

Breathing a sigh of relief as the beach came into view, Dim looked down at the tiny elf sheltered inside his coat. She was still out cold. She'd clearly over-exerted herself, flinging them all away from the battle. Her breath was evening out a little but the damp coat did little to warm her. They were going to need to find fire somewhere, and Dim always had enough trouble finding some even in warmer areas.

As the ice shelf ran aground, he gingerly got to his feet, cradling Luna like a very large child, trying to keep the coat around the both of them as much as he could. Damp though it was, it was warmer than nothing. "Hey! Balar! You not fighting your wife anymore?" The dwarf and his wife seemed to be fine again now that the woman in black was gone. "Can we look for fire? Girl cold and weak! Need heat and food!"