Although Miss Wilde's soul was not as cold and hollow as that of the Great Witch of Death, when she felt the warmth of Shade's soul amid the extreme cold that had frozen even her soul, she still shuddered violently. Then color visibly returned to her face.
It was like finally returning to the Academy after hiking for a week across the great Ice Field outside it in the depths of winter, then jumping straight into the warm bath in the dormitory:
"I originally thought us Dragons couldn't feel cold. Back at the Academy, Teacher sent me outside to deliver things, and I wasn't even afraid of walking into an Ice Storm."
She made no comment about Shade pressing his hand to her chest, because he had already withdrawn it.
She looked around worriedly:
"What do we do now? This cold has severely limited my senses. Even the waters at the edge of my perception are still freezing over. Is there a way out? Or should we wait for Miss Bayes and the werewolf to rescue us?"
"They've probably run into trouble too. My senses are stronger than yours, and the entire Astronomical Tower is now frozen over. But the source of the cold is actually above us."
Shade said:
"We can't wait for them to save us. What exactly is this cold? Even Space Jump can't penetrate it."
But Shade's flames could melt the Ice Layer. If they forced their way out in one go, it was not impossible, though he would have to bring Miss Wilde with him:
"Would you mind if I turned you into a toy?"
He suddenly asked. With the blessing of the Holy White Chapel, this Thaumaturgy could turn living people into toys, though it could not carry them through spacetime.
The Green Dragon