The feeling of his hand on the back of her neck fair undid her, shooting shivers down her spine and she inhaled sharply at the sensation. As he pulled away, this time she did pout though it didn't last long as he rested his forehead against hers. Only at the mention of moving closer to the fire did Tilda realize how cold she was after separating from Eugene. Merlin, even thinking his given name brought a blush to her cheeks! And perhaps the gooseflesh on her arms was not from the cold alone.

Still, she nodded and stepped further away from him, immediately noticed the absence of him pressed against her. Turning her back to him, she pressed her hand against her cheek as she headed to sit in front of the fire. Though feeling the warmth from the flames wash over her back was rather blissful and took care of the gooseflesh on her arms, she still thought she would have preferred his touch.

Being apart from him and feeling the growing heat of the flames against her back brought Tilda to her senses again, and she took an edge of the blanket to pull it over her, rotating her body to face him again. The rain pricked at the window glass and she was impressed by its ability to hold against the howling wind. Her gaze cast out the window, she furrowed her brows as her previous worries came crashing down around her. "Do you think everyone will be alright?" she asked quietly, looking to him.

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