[ Oh it was definitely colder. And it was weird to think of there being cold anywhere near Natsu - strange. Her gaze first zeroed in on his face, the way he hissed slightly. He's bleeding and... and the bandage on his arm is gone? Was that and the gash on his cheek connected somehow?

He was right, in a way. She didn't like what she saw. This wasn't the Natsu she knew and ... it wasn't like him. Straightening, she moved to sit next to him, neverminding the cold. If she could will the warmth into him, she would. First off, Natsu might hear a slight tearing sound - as she ripped a bit of fabric from her sash (it's just cloth, I can get a new one, she tells herself) and reached up to tug his hand away from his injury.

Maybe it was just the wind, the temperature here, but he felt so cold. She'd taken his natural warmth for granted. ]

Does it hurt a lot...?

[ She's going to try to press the fabric against his cheek, over that gash, and keep his hand in hers in case he tries to stop her. As an added bonus, she'll be able to try to rub some warmth into his hand afterwards. She'll yell at him later, she had to look after him first. ]