It speaks volumes that she doesn't freeze or stiffen under the half-embrace. Even more so that she not only leans in, but there are only a few moments of hesitation before she gently extricates her lower hand to return the gesture.

"They've had worse on long hunts and not abandoned me yet."

She wiggles them. Or, at least, she thinks she does.

"...Although I've never done a long hunt in the mountains. On stone." She huffs out an amused breath through her nose. "Maybe you're right."

A long pause, and then, "Are you finished with the stars tonight? I wouldn't mind the company while I warm them."