He gives her another involuntary twitch when she sidles up to him. It's not that he dislikes the touch, it's just a bit overstimulating after getting numbed through to the bone after trekking around under the downpour to collect firewood.

If it's not clear enough, maybe it will be when he reaches an organic arm to rest along hers, trying to soak up as much of her body heat as possible, his fingers wrapped around her elbow.

"Sorry," he manages out, lowly and tiredly, none the less genuine. "Didn't mean ta scare ya."