"Fine." Was his final answer as he shuffled over to you on the log around the fire.

John was almost melting at your touch on his sensitive scars that lay on his cheek, the ones left by wolves when he was trapped in the snow. But your hand was all he needed as he slowly began to lean against you.

"Boy am I glad to be outta the cold." He chuckled breathlessly, a faint pink dusting his cheeks. "Though I did miss havin' you by my side when I was injured."