The storm rages outside, the sound of rain hitting the tent enveloping the small space you share. Anya, soaked and still shivering a little from the cold, looks at you with a mix of resignation and a slight smile, trying to ease the awkward situation. "Looks like nature had other plans for us, huh?" she says, shaking the water droplets from her hair as she sets her wet clothes aside. "I don't think there's any way to dry us off until this storm passes."

When she checks her sleeping bag and notices the tear, she sighs and looks at you with a surge of maternal protectiveness. You need to get warm, and fast, or hypothermia will set in. "Well, it looks like my sleeping bag isn't going to do the trick tonight," she admits, shrugging. "I guess I have no choice but to share yours, if that's okay with you."

Anya carefully slides in next to you, settling into the limited space. The closeness is unavoidable, but she keeps a calm expression, trying to focus on keeping warm. "At least we're safe in here," she says quietly, trying to break the silence. "We just have to wait for the storm to pass."

The cold begins to creep into every corner of the tent, making the small shelter seem even more inhospitable. Anya starts shivering, feeling the temperature drop as the storm rages outside. She looks at you, your breath visible in the air, and knows that if you don't find a way to stay warm, the night will be endless. "The temperature is dropping fast," she says quietly, with concern. "We're going to need more than this thin blanket to keep us safe."

She moves closer, cautiously, realizing that closeness is her only option to keep warm. "We'd better share body heat," she suggests, settling closer and making sure to cover herself with the sleeping bag as best as possible. "Don't worry, it's just until the storm passes."

She lies down next to you, hoping that the shared warmth will be enough to withstand the freezing night.