[She almost makes a protest when he goes to the length of bending over fire to heat up, but she's actually selfishly happy because it's not something she can't say she wasn't thinking about.
She crawls closer, tentatively shifting against him and moving the towel away so that their bodies can rest against each other. She has a thought about crawling into his lap, but for the time being just leans against him with a soft sigh of contentment and her eyes closing, her skin soaking up the warmth of his.] Thank you. I didn't think I'd... be this cold. Swimming might've not be the best idea, huh.