Hey. Eight or eighteen, it doesn't matter - getting frostbite isn't something to kid around with. If your feet are freezing, you're getting carried.

You'll thank me later.

[He'll also get over the embarrassment. Eventually. Guy knew the momentary fluster and bite hardly stuck around without good reason. Annoying in its own way, but after living with it for more than a decade, one got used to the complaints.

As for the second question, Guy only responds with a casual shrug, palms up. Not an "I don't know" gesture as much as it is "Does it matter?" Really, both apply.]

It's yours now, if you want. I picked it up while I was talking to you.