[The shivering doesn't bother her, whether it be shivering from the cold, or possible trembling in an effort to do whatever - like controlling his body's natural response to proximity and nudity. She's comfortable enough with herself, and the fact that he's going to get closer once he relaxes a little and realizes that it's helping.

She moves the leg that's on top, sliding it up the outside of his legs and then back down, repeating the movement to create the same frictional warmth effect that she has going on with her hand on his back.

That tiny smile finds it's way to her lips again and she gives a tiny shrug of her shoulders, which in turn moves her chest against his.]

Siberian winters leave you little choice than to have excellent survival skills.

[A nod is all the acknowledgement she gives to the thanks. Good to know that just just had to get you naked to stimulate coherent conversation, even if it is minimal. She won't admit it, but his previous silence was a bit disconcerting.]

This little shack is luxurious compared to some of the places I've had to use this method.

[She rests her cheek against his.]

You're starting to feel warmer, and without a draft in here, it can only get better...