[Perhaps if he were not nearly frozen to the bone he'd stubbornly stay put. But the shove, and the warmth of the fire were convincing motivators, and soon he found himself in the comforts of Aymeric's chair.]

...It had been too long.

[Which was his round about way of saying he missed him. Luckily, Aymeric was probably fluent in Estinienese.]

Aye, my fingers can move. [He held up a hand, wiggling them emphasis, but the redness to them did not particularly inspire confidence.]

Do you truly wish to leave me bare? Should you not fetch me a change of clothes?