“My hands are really cold too.” Jack pointed out, and held them up. They were purple; he wasn’t wearing gloves like her, after all, and had been handling cold snow in them.
“Aww sweetie I’m sorry..” she whispered, taking a hold of his in her gloves hands and blowing warm air onto them, rubbing them gently. She even tried touching them against her warm, flushed cheeks, hoping that would help.
“Better?”
“A bit but I, I’m going to go back inside. My jeans are soaking w-wet from the snow…” he admits, looking down at himself. “A-and I really rather not catch cold”
Jack Maple 