The physician felt like he was going to have a heart attack. The Duke was putting too much pressure on him, so he couldn't think straight.
"Definitely not, Your Grace. You… you just have to make him warm until it passes," he said, his thoughts of keeping his neck dominating every other logic.
He knew a simple fireplace heat wouldn't stop this cold, but he had no choice.
If he wanted to make it out of here alive, he had to come up with something, even if it was not scientifically smart.
"The fireplace—keep him as close as possible! Blankets, hot stones, anything! Just keep him warm so his temperature doesn't fall more than it already has."
Alaric didn't wait for another instruction. He scooped Julian up, blankets and all, and sat on the floor directly before the fireplace.
