Rifa doesn't like being coddled either, but Korok looks colder than she, and it's not as if they won't end up sharing the heat anyway. It's the fire part that gets her. She pauses, aching to say something that might soften the blow. "You have not hindered me at all." She has nothing but respect for the shaman, even if he's cut off from the elements here.

She pauses to grab something out of her bag. She'd found some matches before, but she can do with flint. She'll save the matches for when they need them. After a couple unsuccessful tries, she finally gets the kindling burning.

"There."