[After a few moments, he's actually pressed up against you, resting his head on your shoulder. He's trying to get himself to relax - at least as much as he can, into your warmth. . . Trying to simply surround himself in you. . .He doesn't even really answer you, though his trembling seems to be getting a little worse the closer he gets to you. . . ]

" . .Juudaime. . is warm. . "

[There's a strange tone to his words as he says this. . ]