She nods. "Of course." need, of course, meaning something tactically relevant, not shut UP brain "Sleep well."

He curls up with his head on his backpack and closes his eyes.

Venn thinks. She would in theory think about something besides ✨Select Blai Artigas✨ (oh she is down bad, huh, okay,) but he's right here and very salient and she has useful thoughts about him she can think in addition to lots of NOT VERY USEFUL THOUGHTS

Okay. Let's review.

He didn't seem to be acting like her falling into the snow was a major problem, though she is only guessing that his main response is "this is inconvenient for our ability to effectively provide aid" and not an indication that she specifically made a major error. That's a relief.

She maybe could have asked about body warmth sharing instead of being cold and pathetic at him - that might have been better for him? In her defense, being that cold makes it harder for her to be proactive, and she would have been fine on her own after a while, just... kinda miserable for a few hours. (In her prosecution, if something had happened during those few hours, she would have been less functional for it, and she ignored the cold getting worse for longer than was smart. In particular she should have taken the time to prestidigitate her inner layers dry once they got into the dome. Maybe she could have also done jumping jacks or something.) (But if she had done that, she wouldn't have gotten to cuddle with him) 

...she probably should just not have been affectionate while cuddling him. They were doing that for warmth. She is glad she made herself verbally check in with him about his discomfort levels, that made it much less bad, but - a better alternative would have been to Just Not. The positive signals she got while hugging before were a clue, and there have been other clues, but - she should not just be going off clues! Her two guesses are "he's like, really repressed, on account of his toxic cultural upbringing" and "He's Just Not Into You", and if it's the first one what she did was an escalation that would likely be overwhelming (and, guess what, he sure was overwhelmed!) and if second one she's stringing herself along and wronging him! 

Augh!

Okay okay okay that's enough of that. Deep breaths.

(She moves her fingers as though she's playing one of her favorite lullabies, and the notes echo in her head and gently break down the wordless distress) 

Okay. What else. 

She doesn't regret bringing up the body language thing. She's glad she reiterated that it would be perfectly fine for him to want her to stop doing it, though she might want to ask again later. And she's not sure if she really got across what she meant about the mindreading thing, but - it was important to her to try. (what kind of person says that, to a twelve year old, what a thoughtless and cruel yes yes Cheliax under the old regime was horrible, in the grand scheme of things he's probably had much worse happen to him and done worse himself)

What else...

 "Do you find your own thoughts unpleasant?" 

"...not all of them."

She hates that. She hates it so much. She knows it's not the kind of thing you can fix for someone even someone you love enough to bind your life to (not that she! necessarily wants that!!), but - she's still allowed to hate it, and wish it were different. 

She sighs.

Okay. That's plenty of processing for now!

She composes letters in her head and checks the weather outside periodically.

The wind is whistling past at dismaying speeds and their ventilation hole has gotten deeper.

...Not promising. She really hopes the others are okay. ...If it lasts all night, Blai (first name basis, I see, some part of her remarks. She ignores it.) can get Endure Elements for both of them and Txell can cover the others, so they won't freeze to death, at least.

She's getting hungry. She pulls some dried rations out of her pack and snacks.

And eventually after a few hours Blai wakes up. He opens his eyes immediately upon doing so, so it's obvious. He stretches out and sits up. "Armored naps leave something to be desired."

Awwww. "I've never tried in anything heavier than this" (she shakes her chain shirt) "but it doesn't seem very fun."

She glances at their airhole. "Weather's still pretty bad. I've kept the hole clean, but... we might be here a while."

"If it's still bad at dawn I can get a Create Food."

She nods. "In the meantime, I have some dried stuff on me - want anything?" She gestures to her various snacks.

He will nibble crackers. "Thank you."

"Of course." 

"Bards don't need sleep in the way wizards do, is that right? It's not going to be a problem that you slept poorly and made up for it with a nap?"

"...huh? Oh, no, definitely not. I'd be useless out here if we did." She laughs, but it's a tinge hollow. 

- well he was going to go from there into "it has occurred to me to wonder..." but. "You're having a persistent problem with that?" A one-off won't do non-wizards any harm but if you really overdo the sleep deprivation -

Venn shrugs awkwardly. "I take naps, when I need to, to keep it from being bad, but... the conditions under which I reliably sleep well are non-trivial to arrange at the Worldwound, which was something I knew would be true when I came here." She pauses for a bit. "...I can explain if you're curious, but it seems like something that'd be very culturally unusual?"

"The - conditions - I don't know if that would be an overly personal question or not but if you're not sleeping well even inside the fort with blankets and such that's a problem."