She reached for the blanket in her pack, but he had already done the same before she could hand it to him.  The only other means of warmth she could think of was body heat, and it seemed it would be easy enough to share the blanket once he got the mattress down.  Vara began taking off her clothing and the cold did bother her, mostly it showed by how she drew in tight breaths and kept her arms close around her as she approached him and coaxed him to open the blanket so she could press her skin near his and he could get some of her warmth from it.<br/><br/>"I-I don't know."  It was a soft lie.  She did not want him to think that his darkness had scared her off, but the prospect of being alone scared her.  Their meeting had filled her with more hope than she knew was possible, even with his nihilistic take on things.  Now his whole attitude made a lot more sense.  He was fighting something within and he did not think he could win the battle.<br/><br/>"Yes.  But it's not because I'm afraid of that creature or that part of you.  I mean, to the extent that is healthy, I'm certainly avoidant, but..."  She looked at him, her blue eyes heavy.  "I still want to believe there's more meaning to whatever is between us, which is probably foolish...or at least you probably think I'm foolish.  For all intents and purposes, the witches should have killed me when I failed.  I should have stuck to my whole zealot script when I awoke tied up by you.  I should probably already be dead and I'm not yet.  So yeah, the idea of you turning into a beast you can't control is a bit overwhelming, but it doesn't intimidate me like it should..."