He rubbed his hands together, breathing into them as they shook. Cold nights like this offered such good conditions for watching the stars, but decidedly bad ones for his own well-being. He heard her settle behind him. Based on the chatter of bats as they flew overhead she was deep in conversation.
He searched the riverbed for suitable stones , scuffing away fallen leaves with his boot to clear the way. He'd need several—the size of a fist and smooth, preferably—to create a warming circle for them.
"It's freezing , Numair." He heard the urging in her voice and turned back to tell her he was looking only to see her beckoning him with the blanket she had wrapped around herself, stretched out in one arm. He paused, looking between her and the riverbed, before returning to her.
"Scoot over, my legs are longer than yours."