She's warmer now that they're walking, and now that the snow isn't permeating every inch of available skin. Jade adjusts Ari's scarf around her neck, burrowing into it. She hates to be taken care of more than almost anything, but this isn't inherently unpleasant. The scarf smells like Ari, and the snow. She's shocked to find comfort in that. "Jeffy?" She moves her chin up, so as not to get too caught up in it, sly smile at the ready, "Anyone that tall is just asking to be a target."