Once they were in shelter he was quick to discard his pack and coat, then dug out their blankets. The snow would pile up against the walls of the tent, perhaps even bury it, but Carson was counting on it. The snow would insulate them, keep heat inside the tent. Getting back out would be a lot more difficult, but if it came down to necessity he would just leave it behind. There were more at Central.<br/><br/>Carson took the water and pills, downing both quickly, then shook out a blanket. "We will. It'll be fine. You come here." He pulled her over into his lap and wrapped the blanket around her and himself. He took her hands and tucked them down against her stomach, between his hand and her body. He rubbed her hands good and hard, encouraging blood to flow. The cold had bit just as deeply into himself, but hearing her shiver had thrown that out of his mind. "I like the snow when it isn't trying to kill me," he muttered. He nosed into her hair and neck and nuzzled her hair, breathing soft warm breath over her ear and neck.