It surprises him a little to feel Sharra up against his back, but he can't say he's going to complain about it. In spite of the fact that she's soaked to the bone, too, her body feels warm against his and that's admittedly kind of nice. "I think we're even, all things considering," he points out. "You could've left me back there, too."

If she had, he might not have made it out of here alive, but she didn't. She helped untangle him from the vines, even though she felt uncomfortable doing it. He's grateful, he's just never been very good at gratitude.

"You're gonna be okay," he assures her as they move into the hall and he looks around to see if he can find any way to get back into the dining room where he left the suit jacket. She could take the top of her dress down and cover herself with the jacket, to warm her core. "We'll figure something out."

He moves a little to drape an arm around her shoulders, moving her to his side. "If we don't find something in a few minutes, we'll stop and see if we can figure something else out. Tear down some curtains to wrap you in or something."