Anna dimly registered the heat on her limbs, drying her clothing and her hair. As the warmth came back to her, so did the feeling, and the stinging burning sensation of all of her scrapes and bruises. But she was still alive to feel things, and that had to be a good thing, right? And she wasn't cold anymore.
When she'd regained control of herself enough to look around, she saw the boy who had helped her sitting next to her. "T-thank you." she whispered. "I'm p-pretty sure th-that you just s-saved my life."