Sam hadn't felt like visitors before - anyone that would need entertaining at least - but now that his home had went through a sudden winter storm with snow up to his ankles, he was glad that someone was at his door. More so that it was someone he knew.

The shivering and chattering of his teeth is so much that he isn't able to respond back, but he at least nods his head in appreciation of the coat even if it only covers his back and some of his arms. After a bit he manages to gather enough energy to shuffle out of the pile of snow and head towards the hearth. It takes a few tries to get the wood lit, but soon it illuminates the room and bringing much needed heat.

"C-came at th-the r-r-ight time."