Rose couldn't stop shivering, even in the warmth of the barn. She slid off Molly and leaned again a stall door setting her self. She pulled her logs closer and felt her lips. Cold as ice. She closed her eyes as her shivering commenced not being able to stop it.
(She has the first signs of hypothermia since she was warring really light close)
(there as been a laght spring snow storm and rose isn't doing so good) Rose Darby fire holding her self. She drugged away most if the help. Being the stubborn girl she was.