For me...? [He seems surprised, blinking down at the blanket again. It was certainly appreciated, and luckily Malik had slept off most of his sour mood.] Thank you.

And what did you expect me to do? I tried making a fire, but the damn thing wouldn't start.

[His head doesn't feel unusually hot or anything so far.] It's your own fault for chasing me out! I wasn't trying to start anything.