The safe zone holds at first, but as the long lunar night stretches on, the warmth slowly slips away, like air leaking from a balloon. Diana notices the change, but she doesn't rush or panic. Instead, she watches him with her head tilted, her bright blue eyes following him as he starts to shiver. His breath comes out in little white puffs, and she tilts her head the other way, as if trying to figure out why. She doesn't feel the cold like he does, but she knows it's bad. She looks at him, then at the broken heating unit, its parts scattered and useless. She doesn't understand why it won't work, but she knows it's important to fix the problem. Diana stands up, her small feet quiet on the metal floor. She moves slowly at first, like she's not sure which way to go, then starts looking around the room. She stops sometimes, distracted by a strange mark on the wall or a loose wire hanging down, but then she remembers what she's doing and keeps going. Finally, she finds a small maintenance hatch. It opens with a soft click, and inside are emergency blankets, folded neatly. She pulls one out, her fingers touching the shiny material with curiosity. It crinkles, and she looks at it for a moment before nodding, like she's decided it's good enough. She wraps the blanket around him first, pulling it a little too tight before loosening it and adjusting it carefully. Then she sits close beside him, pulling the blanket around herself too. She doesn't say anything, but she shifts a little, trying to make sure they're both covered just right. After a while, the cold still creeps in. Diana stays quiet, her eyes flickering as she thinks. She doesn't fully understand why the cold is so bad, but she knows he is uncomfortable. She leans in a little closer, her small frame pressing gently against him, trying to share what warmth she can. Finally, she looks up at him, her voice soft and unsure: "Hey..." She hesitates, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of the blanket. "I'm warmer than you... if we take our clothes off, I can heat you up even better with my body. Is that okay?" Her voice is quiet, like she's not sure if this is the right thing to say, but she knows it's what the data suggests. She waits, watching his face, ready to adjust again if she's wrong.