At first she's more worried about keeping her charge warm. After all, it's not every day you get stuck halfway up a mountain in an old shack with only an old wood stove to make an attempt at heat. Especially since she figures he's a city boy and wouldn't be used to weather like this. Her activity, fussing over him as reluctant as he was about it and doing her best to make the shack a shelter keeps her warm to an extent as well. But once everything's done and there's nothing to do but wait, the cold she's been ignoring reminds her it's there with a vengeance and no matter how much she wraps her arms around herself or shifts as unobviously as possible she starts to get the shivers. Even locking her jaw doesn't help and standing near the stove only warms small sections of her at a time. The fact she's stopped her almost constant chatter is just as much indication as the fact her lips are a little blue at the edges just how cold she's starting to feel. For the hundredth time, she tries to tuck her arms a little closer and curls her fingers under them. It's rude ignoring her guest though and so she pulls in a shaky breath and turns her head to look at him in the corner.

"You warm enough?" Her voice comes out a little weak and shaky but she is sincerely worried about him and his thin city blood.