Redhawk Caldera Say it soft and it's almost like praying

Fennec considered the offer for a moment, weighing warmth and contact against getting up again right when she'd settled down.  Then again, maybe laying down (and getting some snow against her shoulder) would help.  It wasn't his fault that Penn was an asshole, though she knew if she brought it up, likely all she'd get was a vindicated 'what have I been saying' from him.  And she really didn't have the energy to deal with that right now, so she wasn't about to risk it.

She got up and made her way over, then laid down carefully, leaning the weight of her shoulder and right side down into the snow with an exhaled sigh.  You're feelin better, she remarked, assuming from the fact that he was out here and the fact that, for the first time, he was (kind of?) making sense.  At least a part of that worry could fall away, though she hadn't really let herself consider what would happen if he'd knocked himself silly for good.