I would kill for it to be a hundred degrees out right now. You don't have a Tauntaun in your back pocket, do you? Some other sort of large mammal that we can cut open for warmth? -- god, that's actually really gross.

[ She does settle against his side, but just being held under his arm like that seems like an unfairly one-way street as far as heat is concerned. She twists to face him a little more, wrapping her arm around his midsection. ]

How're your fingers and toes?