Atchmon had his arm over her, his warmness keeping the cold at bay where it rested on her. However, his own exposed, fur-less skin had numbed with cold too. Soon between the cold, her constant vibrations, and other movements,  finally stirred him awake as well. He moved from her, the frigid night air quickly sapping away any lingering heat. Rarity mewled her complaints, before both of their forms were covered in a velvety-soft, cool blanket. 