[ The comment he makes is enough for her to unwind her arms from around him, to use the flat of his chest for leverage to push herself back— because she needs to push; her body refuses to cooperate with the idea of her pulling away— forming enough distance between them that she can frown at him even as a full-body shudder works its way through her, the cold instantly filling the space— and her.

The purple-yellow of her eyes search the deep red of his even as she shakes her head, her displeasure making itself clear on her face. ]

Anything sufficiently dangerous would have to survive the blizzard before even finding us, Ragnvindr. If you want to keep watch, do it from here, where it's warmer.

[ The entire truth of it— that she would right now sooner stay warm than have her safety guaranteed— is a secret kept between her lips. And as for the thoughts which surface, that she's enjoying the closeness, she stifles those before they can even get far enough to consider.

Damn him for making her weak. ]

We both should try to get some kind of rest, anyway. So what if we take shifts?

[ Being conscious at all isn't an entirely thrilling thought right now when she would much rather pass out and forget every single little thing that has happened this evening. But despite the hazard of the storm outside, all her training and knowledge tells her that he's right, that at least one of them should be awake at all times—

As long as it's from here, so she can stay warm. ]