She ran her hands across the smooth skin of her legs, they were ice to the touch. Her brunette hair lay flat, droplets of water gathering at the ends. She almost wished he had left her out there, that maybe in the night the cold would be enough to swipe her off her feet for good, but she visibly shook her head to rid herself of that though. No matter how guilty she felt, she needed to be stronger than that, she needed to be strong for revenge. The heaters that he pointed in her direction were helping, the soft waves cascading over her skin, bringing her some comfort. Her clothes were still damp, weighing her down like lead, keeping the chill locked into her body. But, she had to deal with that, she had nothing else to wear.<br/><br/>When he suggested that she stay there with him, welcoming her into his small home, she looked up in slight disbelief. “You really don’t have to, honestly. You’d just get sucked in too, im sure.” She shook her head and sighed softly, her now somewhat dry hair falling in tangled in front of her eyes. When promoted by his voice, she looked up and stared at the can  in his hand. She had to admit, the warmth was awfully luring. She hesitantly reached out, wrapping her icey fingers around the heated tin, savoring the warmth that ran through her body. She took a sip, the broth leaving a heated trail. She sighed softly in relief, handing the can back.<br/>“Thank you.” She whispered with a smile, crossing her legs. Then, she slowly stood, looking around the small shack. She pointed to the corner. “If you aren’t using that space, could I sleep here tonight? Just for tonight, since it’s raining so hard....” she didn’t want to be a nuisance to him, he barely knew her. It wasn’t fair to him to have to pick up her pieces.