Good to know that I do not chill you with my touch. I would hate to give you cause to turn away.

I trust you implicitly, Polyhymnia. Matthew cannot help his nature to protect us, though I've no doubt his services won't be needed.

[He folds an arm around her shoulders, holding her close to him for the shared warmth.]

If we find a stand along the way I shall get us something warm to drink as walk.

[Oh. Wait. He can't manifest money.]

... I may have to pay you back.