For a moment his eyes move over her face. A genuine offer, looks like. "Sharing my fire will do," he says, and for a second his eyes crinkle up at the corners, his look tired but warm.

But genuine or not, he can't keep that look up long and it fades as he looks back down, crouching and rooting around to pick up fallen twigs. "Some company for a while. These arenas are odd. Isolated - at least, just lately. Those damn birds don't help." He tosses his hand in a quick, irritated gesture toward the caves, where he reckons most of them probably still are.

"I'd hope you managed to avoid 'em, but it looked like they were seeking us out deliberately." He frowns down at the stick he's just picked up, because anger isn't doing him much good just now but that doesn't mean he isn't.