She manages to put on his shirt even though it's much harder than it should be and for just a moment there's a flicker of worry through her that maybe things have been worse than she's thought they are. She pushes it aside though, both stubborn about being a good enough guide to handle anything and also with the eternal defiance of immortal youth. It does mean that she starts paying a bit more attention to just how poorly he's now dressed though and the pale color of his skin. She finally gets her second arm in the overlarge sleeve as he speaks up and even though it doesn't feel any warmer than she was before she put it on, a bit colder in fact while it presses cold fabric against her exposed skin, she knows her body heat will warm it up soon enough. It's big on her and the half sleeves of it come down to just below her elbows. There doesn't seem to be a lot of difference in length between them but if the way the shoulders sag is any indication, there are plenty of others. It...

it feels nice... wearing a guy's oversized shirt and she knows it's silly but her teenage heart still gives a little sound of happiness inside of her and somehow, it makes her feel a little better. She doesn't button it up though and once he's settled she shifts over and starts nudging again. Only this time she's not coming at him from the side. She's very deliberately working her way in front the front, first aiming between his knees with every intention of getting past his arms next. She's tired of whatever it is they're doing and he's only reaffirmed that he's actually a really good guy despite the confusing way he acts. All the other confusing stuff will just have to wait for later.

Without realizing that one day, and for the rest of her life, she'll think, if not say out loud, the exact same thing, she gives a little shaky snort as she nudges and answers:

"Don't be silly. You need me."