Touya doesn't seem as keen to let go of Bart's hand either. IT's a familiar tether, a lifeline almost.

"I mean, I'm cold but other than that I'm fine." He starts guiding them down the hall and down the stairs towards the tavern's main floor. "I'm not lettin' anyone else treat me without you there. I'd rather not be treated."

He trusts Bart, and that trust was hard won. Hell the man had talked his father into helping him for Touya, that had meant the world to him. There was no way in hell, cold or otherwise, that he was letting someone else take up where Bart left off. Not so long as Bart was there with him.