[Almost as soon as Anne voices her concerns, Constance is reaching for her hand with both of hers, cupping it gently as she smiles at both of them.]
That is easily arranged. We have both blankets and a fire, nearby. He will not be cold, I promise you. Nor will you- there is still enough food to make sure you're alright. [She almost wants to ask about what happened, before Anne came here, but- not yet. Not quite yet.]