The storm still raged, and the sound of falling rocks was constant, but he could feel the intensity of the blizzard gradually weakening.
Time crawled by in agonizing slowness. Danielle drifted in and out of consciousness, the only constants being the warmth of Alexander's embrace and the steady beat of his heart.
That sound was like a lifeline, urging her not to give up.
After what felt like an eternity, the howling wind outside began to subside, and the sound of falling debris grew sparse. Alexander's spirits lifted. He gently eased Danielle away from him and called her name softly, "Danielle? Danielle? Wake up."
Danielle slowly opened her eyes, her gaze still hazy. "Is the… storm over?" she asked, her voice raspy.
"It's almost over. We need to use this chance to get out of here." Alexander helped her to her feet, making sure the thermal suit was wrapped tightly around her. "The snow outside is probably deep, so the climb will be tough. You have to hold on to me."
Danielle nodded, forcing herself to focus, and gripped Alexander's hand tightly.
They started their ascent. The ice underfoot was slippery, and each step was precarious.
Alexander went first, using his tools to clear a path through the rocks and snow for Danielle.
Halfway up, Danielle's foot suddenly slipped, and she lost her balance, tumbling downward.
"Watch out!"
Alexander reacted in a flash, grabbing her wrist and pulling her back up with all his strength.
The force of the pull scraped Alexander's palm against a sharp rock. Blood immediately welled up, dripping onto the white snow in stark, crimson drops.

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