Azula grunted at the touch and recoiled. When Diana made that ridiculous demand and dropped the sleeping back in her lap she growled "I'm not cold." But she knew that the truth was it could be getting cold, and she might not notice in her state.

When the sleeping bag was dumped in her lap she considered the options. It might make her feel more comfortable while she tried to throw off the needs, but it would restrict her movement if an attack came.

She starred at it for far too long trying to decide. Finally comfort won out over her paranoia and good judgement. Her reasoning was that hopefully when she died horribly in this arena it wouldn't be humiliating.