"So? This is nothing." Gellert grins in the face of her fussing, but the blankets do feel nice. Now if only she could light them on fire.

Or not. The deep chill will surely go away eventually. Maybe if he sleeps first...

Albus's voice rouses him and he narrows his eyes accusingly. Not that he could ever be truly mad at the man. There is something about Albus that repels that emotion.

"...fine." he frees a shaking hand to take a vial. This is probably a bad idea.