"K-keep the p-pack bet-tween yourself and the b-blanket and you w-won't m-make me c-colder."

He seems tentative, motions ginger and wary as if she were fragile.

"Otherwise you w-won't g-get w-warm, and th-that's n-no g-good, either."

She shoves herself back into him a little, then shifts away again so as not to press too much. He's still warmer than her chilled skin, which . . . is very concerning, actually.