"I missed you too," Chase replied, barely getting the words out. He wanted to know how long she'd been in there, what had happened to her, tell her that he was sorry he'd gotten himself hurt and hadn't been able to look. He couldn't get his throat to work, between the lack of breath and the cold air, and he suppose dthat was alright for now. She was there. They'd be back to the house, and warm and safe again. When he woke up tomorrow she'd be there. She'd still better be there. True to her word she didn't smell fantastic, and true to his own he really didn't give a shit about that.
Oliver hadn't really wanted to pry himself from Edwin, but the sooner he got the two kids inside in the warmth the sooner he could get back to it. He hadn't bothered putting his coat back on for what he assumed would be a quick trek back to the diner, knowing he was setting a bad example, and that he'd probably hear about it later.
"You could've waited at the house," he called once he was close enough, with more amusement than heat.
"Would you have?" Chase countered a little defensively, squeezing Kiley even as he glared over her.
Oliver wasn't bothered, and it wasn't as if the kid didn't have a more than fair point. He nodded a little in acknowledgment at that, but noted that under the relief he saw on Chase's face the kid was still in a heck of a lot of pain. Through his own experience he knew that Chase would be feeling it even more later after a walk like that.
"Idjit," Oliver snorted warmly, shaking his head a little. "C'mon, you two can snuggle up where it's warm. Kiley already ordered you breakfast. I'll be better to lean on for the time bein', then maybe we'll call up the hill to see if somebody can't get us in the snowcat when we're done gettin' these girls fed."