[ She gives him a deadpan stare. ] That explains a lot. More than I care to know.

[ A snort. ] I'd bring us both back to kill you again if that happened. [ She struggles to keep her teeth from chattering, to no avail. Still. Her pride dictates that she won't sidle closer to him, no matter how warm he may be. ]

Please. The only ass getting handed back to its owner will be yours. On a silver platter and with a condolence letter, no less. [ It's good that Garen isn't making eye contact, because her face is heating up at the sight of him with that ridiculous jacket draped over his shoulders. Hugging herself, she kicks at some snow on the ground as they trudge back to shelter. ] I'll have Cass do a flower arrangement for its funeral to top it off.