Of course. Simple and practical. But when she reached out and lay a hand against the armor, she was surprised to realize why he just didn't seem phased. He was a walking space heater!

"You're not kidding," she laughed and stepped closer, nestling against his side. Perhaps it wasn't the most comfortable circumstances, given that armor wasn't the softest thing in the world, but having the cold brushed away from head to toe was enough of a trade-off.

"Thank you," she muttered, and tried her best to loop an arm around the waist, where the layer was thinnest. Like hugging a damn tree trunk.