"You're freezing. Stay here." Gar ran to the linen closet where he found a blanket and a towel. It occurred to him that this was probably the longest he'd ever spent in human form around her, especially in private. He put the towel and blanket on the couch. "Come on. Sit down." He led her gently to the sofa and, when she just looked at him, put the blanket around her and the towel on her head.
"I don't know if you can get frostbite--" he resisted the urge to make the joke-- "but it's not smart to wander around in freezing temperatures wet." If he had to, he would have admitted that fussing over her was almost entirely to avoid the real question running back and forth through his mind: what are you doing here and what happened to you?