Ilona was hardly faring any better than her companion, and was privately grateful when he demanded a break. She followed him into the tiny copse of stubborn, scrubby trees.
"You sh-shouldn't sit," she murmured when she saw him moving to do so. "The ground is f-frozen, it'll just chill you more." She glanced around, trying to judge how climbable the trees were. Unconsciously, she moved a little closer to Ehvren as she did, her body instinctively seeking warmth.
"We could...try to squeeze in there," she said consideringly, pointing to a relatively clear spot on a sturdy, lower branch. If they sat side by side, they could probably both fit...