A shiver runs along the length of your spine, cold permeating your skin even through your clothes. You pat your arms in a nearly self-soothing motion.

The soft crackle of a fire fills your ears whilst Din sits across from you. He gives off a soft rumble, peering up at you through the visor of his helmet.

"Cold?" He asks, watching you shiver. When you nod, he makes another noise, a small hum.

That's when he pulls the fabric from around his neck and gets up to approach you. Once he's close enough, he places it around your shoulders like a makeshift blanket. Your shivering doesn't stop, but it definitely isn't as bad as before.