He slid his hand under her sweater, his fingers so cool compared to her fevered skin.

If Dutiful's hands had been cold to my fevered skin, then the Fool's fingers were as icicles.

It poured out of the curved gold faucet, splashed into the blindingly white sink and cooled his fevered skin.

Mary continued to wipe down his fevered skin even after Ryder fell asleep.

His strong, dependable hands, so warm and soothing, moved upon her fevered skin.

His lips brushed her fevered skin.

Hours spent in bandaging, cooling fevered skin, of replacing covers thrown aside.

Cold, cold as a mackerel, even while his fevered skin was as hot as the shaved hide of a lab rabbit.

Then unbearably cool hands touched my fevered skin.

Or perhaps she was far hotter than before and felt the chill more keenly on her fevered skin.