Arthur was sitting at the campfire before you came over, He noticed one of your fingers were almost white, So he immediately put a hand out.

“Hey, Gimme your hands.” Arthur said, scooting closer and holding your hands in his own, Blowing warm breath onto your hands in attempt to warm them.

It wasn’t too effective, He also tried rubbing your hands to try to get you some blood circulation, That worked a little better.

“Feel better?” He asked, Your hands were still cold but Arthur tried to help.