He was quick to curl up with her, moving carefully with his arm. The edge was once again dulled, and so long as he wasn't out in the cold it wouldn't ache too badly. He let her kiss his forehead, then kissed her chin in turn. He lifted the bandaged arm closer as they both inspected it, his unhurt fingers curling slightly. "It's fine for now. Maybe once I've sweat a bit more in it we can change it." He paused, then looked up at her, smiling crookedly. "Though maybe I'm being a bit<i>too</i>practical, mm? I'll leave it up to you if you wanna change it or not."<br/><br/>He shifted to lay on his back with her, his good arm under her, hugging her close to his side. He rested his injured hand on his chest and fixed his eyes on the line visible through the tent, a line of rising snow that only piled higher as the storm raged. He wondered idly if they would end up buried by the blizzard. The thought didn't bother him too much--the tent would hold, and digging their way out wouldn't be difficult. It would mean leaving the tent behind, but somehow he doubted that a shelter partway down the mountain path would bother the Runners much. He looked instead to his lover, scratching her back idly. "Kiss me," he asked her softly.