"Well ... that might be from lying around on the ground last night, I suppose," Tristan said with a little grin, reaching out of bed to grab his shorts. "Or the draught coming in the window." It was chilly. He dressed as far as he could while she still had possession of his shirt, but instead of heading directly for the kitchen, as he probably should have, he slipped his arm around her waist. She was much warmer than the surrounding air, after all, and it was strange, in a surprisingly nice way, to feel someone so small in his own clothes. "Do you over do any hiking? I used to quite a lot, but I haven't in ages ... work, and all."
But chatting wasn't going to put coffee on the table, and he thought they'd both probably like something to chase the cold away. "I'll go put something on the stove," he said, letting himself kiss her on the temple before retreating from the bedroom to make his way to the kitchen.