While Nill makes an effort to still look wary and hesitant, the idea of sitting beside the fire sooner is far more appealing than making a point of showing her distrust. Nill makes her way over quickly and takes a seat beside the fire, holding her hands out toward it to warm her numb fingertips. At the same time her wings spread out a little to let the warmth seep into her feathers. The skin there is so thin that her wings get colder than even her fingers, and she'd mostly been trying to keep them as close to her back as possible to keep them warm. If he looks carefully he might see a few ice crystals on the feathers until the heat melts them.

She lifts her gaze to him for a moment before shaking her head, and making a gesture with one of her hands towards her throat. Mute, though she's not sure if that message is conveyed well. For all she knows he might just think she doesn't want to speak.