He loved how she felt against him like that. His lips tingled from the touch of her own, and his eyes closed as he reveled in a moment of peace. It wasn't perfectly comfortable, but the snow beneath them was at least more forgiving than the rock. "I love you too," he whispered, and squeezed her gently against his side. "I can't imagine doing much of anything without you at my side... and at the same time I feel like I can do anything in the world." He lifted his broken hand, his unhurt fingers curling into her hair as he turned his head to kiss her again of his own accord.<br/><br/>He let himself lay flat again as he mulled her question over. "Sleep," he decided. "There's no telling how long the storm will last, and given how much snow there is out there we'll need all the energy we can get to dig our way down the mountain." He looked back at her, inspecting her lovely eyes, basking in her attention and affection. "I know a method that ancient people used to walk on the top of the snow. I've never tried it, but when we wake up I can see about figuring it out." He paused.<br/><br/>"I have a favor to ask... might be weird. I want you to lay with me in such a way that if I wake up before you, I can't move without waking you up too. And if you wake up before I do, get me up." He kissed her forehead and nuzzled his nose on hers. "Is that strange of me?"