[ at first, it doesn't connect as to why she seems so surprised?

their clothes were soaking wet and wasn't it the expected choice to strip out of them and let them dry by the fire until the storm died down? he head also seems to cant at this, until... the pieces suddenly fit. ] A-Ah! [ he yells louder than he intends. ]

Forget I said anything. I was just ... thinking...

[ he then reaches over to pull out one of the blankets, an onslaught of dust seems to follow that; gently veiling the room in its scent. at least it's vintage?? or so vane would like to say, but that's the literal last thing on his mind. he seems to cough, gently waving off some of the dust he's managed to kick up in the process. ] Uh—

Y-you could wrap this around yourself after. [ damn, why is he suddenly so nervous? his eyes seem to shift around the room, as he struggles to piece together the rest of his words. ] I mean, I'll do the same. If you're .... okay with that. [ he breathes in, looking at clair more seriously, despite the tinge of color that doesn't really leave his cheeks. ]

I just don't want you to get sick. [ that's the most important thing to him, anyway. her safety and health. ]