Eleven breathed a long sigh, working to regain some semblance of normalcy to his limbs. Well enough that he wasn't injured for pain to be sapping at the final dredges of his strength. Slowly, he managed to push himself to stand, then reached down a hand to help Lily regain her feet.

"I should have just magic enough left for a fire," he admitted, "And we're like to have plenty of kindling, so at least we won't freeze when our strength fails."