"No - keep it," he said, having the grace not to sound bitter about it, at least. He simply edged closer to the remains of the fire, and a couple feet closer to her. He couldn't help but think of the last time they'd managed a decent conversation by a fireside, and the thought of it warmed him a little. It was funny, how he could be cross with her (although he was cross with everything, really) and still more than happy to repeat that experience. - The less awkward parts of it, anyway. "I'll be fine." Over here, by myself.