Kat didn't dignify Dante with a smile or response but there was a warm glimmer of light in her lovely emerald green eyes. She gently brushed his finger aside, careful not to accidentally toque his arm. Her hips and shoulders turned, shifting so that her back was pressed firmly against his front.

It was warmer now and Kat knew that she could likely turn over and face Dante without losing that heat but facing Dante had it's own problems; things that Kat tried very hard not to think about. The mission had to come first. That wasn't the case here but the habit had been ingrained into her.

"Try and get a little bit of sleep Dante. Hopefully the rain will let up in a few hours and we can head back to town." Where there was fire, beds and roofs.