You sat down on a piece of wall, pressing your side against it and looking into the distance. To keep warm, you tried to squeeze as much as possible. It was a frosty morning, and you were shivering slightly as you sat on the wall. Fortunately, the balaclava on your face protected your cheeks from the cold. It was hard for you to imagine fighting in such conditions, but while you were resting, it didn't bother you.
Your comrades were busy with their own affairs. You helped as Keegan asked, and that was the end of your help. You went back to the wall where you were now sitting.
The guy was sitting over the branches, trying to build a fire. As the fire began to build, Keegan straightened up and looked around. Noticing you sitting on the wall and shivering from the cold, he came over and bent down to look at your face: "Are you cold?"