[She feels a bit indignant to be carried like this, but... After that drop into the snow, does she really have any room to say anything against it?

There's a shiver as she sinks into the snow and she looks up at him hesitantly.] There isn't much to be done about it, I'm afraid. I'd have to get body heat from someone else or sit under a sun lamp for a while... I feel like I'm never going to be warm again.