"I-it's too cold out," Phina mutters to herself, rubbing her arms in discomfort. The faint glow around her grew fainter, her body reacting negatively to the cold. Why was she like this? She should be fine in cold weather! She was better than this! 

Nonetheless, she could feel her energy draining. Maybe it was the lack of food she had lately; her immense body heat required an extremely high calorie diet.  Her body slightly slumped as she walked, going from just fine to ready to pass out in just mere moments. This was not okay. She was fine. . . She was fine. . .

With that thought, she drops to one knee. "I am fine. . ." she instantly mutters.