Huaisang's immensely grateful to see Ray. It's always a pleasure to see Ray, but right now his lover is a literal lifesaver, and Huaisang's sobs of dispair shift to sobs of gratitude at the sight of him.

He's literally freezing, soaked hair and dress already fully solid at the edges and Huaisang's visible skin either bright red or worrisome white. Taking shelter inside one of the buildings, Huaisang has a pine wreath--it's well-chosen, dry branches ready to spark--set on the floor, but his attempts to start a spark between two twigs are completely useless given how badly he's shaking with shivers.

Nodding desperately, Huaisang's eyes widen for a moment as he focuses on the lit end of that cigarette. Fire. They can start a fire. "Please, please," he begs, too numb with cold to be any more coherent than that.