She'd move closer, but she'd rather that she's at least passably warm before she does so, it would be counter-productive to try to assist in warming him if her body and hands are still icy cold from outside.
She stokes the fire and picks up the battered pot when the water boils, his hands are shaking too much for him to do it on his own- though, scaling water would probably solve one problem and create another.
Natasha pours the hot liquid in the mugs and mixes them before handing one back to him and setting it firmly in his hands. She takes her own and settles back against the couch, this time a bit closer to him. She's a bitch, but she's not heartless.
Finally, she answers his question having spent the space between it while she tends to everything and him.]
Nothing, we should be fine.
[She's not sure if the little smile she offers is reassuring or possibly terrifying, but it's the thought that counts right?]
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She'd move closer, but she'd rather that she's at least passably warm before she does so, it would be counter-productive to try to assist in warming him if her body and hands are still icy cold from outside.
She stokes the fire and picks up the battered pot when the water boils, his hands are shaking too much for him to do it on his own- though, scaling water would probably solve one problem and create another.
Natasha pours the hot liquid in the mugs and mixes them before handing one back to him and setting it firmly in his hands. She takes her own and settles back against the couch, this time a bit closer to him. She's a bitch, but she's not heartless.
Finally, she answers his question having spent the space between it while she tends to everything and him.]
Nothing, we should be fine.
[She's not sure if the little smile she offers is reassuring or possibly terrifying, but it's the thought that counts right?]