"you a survival expert now?" he asks, lips quirking in a tease before his attention is diverting back to look at the flames, hoping to give her some semblance of privacy to do as he asks without it becoming some fight between them. "it'll help, trust me. i've never led you wrong before now, have i?" the fire dying certainly is a concern of his, and while the man would like to say he'll set an alarm for every couple of hours, there's also concern over the lack of power and his phone dying. letting out a soft puff of air riddled with hidden frustration, broad shoulders raise into a shrug. "'m sure if the cold starts to creep in, we'll notice. if i don't wake up first, you wake me and i'll get the fire going again - but i'll try my best not to let it get to that point." after carefully adding another log onto the fire, daemon stands from his crouched position and begins toeing off his shoes and removing each layer with care before he's left in nothing but tight gray boxers. "scoot over and share some of that blanket. cold as fuck out here."