[He felt like his bones were ready to shake out of his skin. Eleven shuddered through the chills, trying to breathe, trying to remember what Zuko had shown him, but his breaths proved difficult to settle, sucking in air and losing it to chattering exhales just as quickly.
A frustrated sound worked its way out of his throat, sounding more like a groan than anything. But at last, after a minute, his body became less convinced it was going to suffocate and let him steady his breaths as he shook, working to ward off the chill- though with only a fraction of the skill Zuko had. His clothes were likely to stay depressingly wet]
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A frustrated sound worked its way out of his throat, sounding more like a groan than anything. But at last, after a minute, his body became less convinced it was going to suffocate and let him steady his breaths as he shook, working to ward off the chill- though with only a fraction of the skill Zuko had. His clothes were likely to stay depressingly wet]