You reach another wall, with three more doors. The girl waits in front of them – she's still warm, but looks fainter now, see-through, weak.

“Even when the outside of her body is warmed, the inside of her is cold and hollow with hunger. Through the left door, you may give her sustenance from your own being, with your hands. Through the middle, with your mind. Through the right door, with your heart. These tasks are more difficult. Choose wisely.”