He lays with her.

Looking at the young woman's shivering form, Orus could think of only one way to help her stay warm. He removed his cold metal armor and slowly lowered himself to the cave floor behind the girl, draping his cape over them both to keep the heat from escaping.

It wasn't long before she gave a relaxed sigh, her shaking having slowed considerably. He made an effort to keep his distance as much as possible—as small a gap as it was under his cape—but soon she pushed herself that much closer to his body, tightly curled up at his side.

As he try to lay still, he heard her whisper something into her cloak, and turned to listen more. “Hold-d m-me,” she said. He couldn't find it in himself to refuse her, so he turned toward her and reached an arm over her side.

She drew herself closer still, her back pressed to his chest and long black hair just below his nose. He felt her grip his wrist loosely, fingers still freezing cold. Her breathing was steadier than before, but he soon became aware of it growing heavier.

It wasn't long in their embrace that she pushed herself even closer, her hips sliding back into him as she clutched his arm tight around herself. She rocked her butt against his body in a way that stirred his loins, and drove him to believing she desired something more than simply laying together.

He wasn't absolutely sure—she could only be trying to warm up—but her efforts were certainly arousing more than warmth. She said nothing as she moved, and he wondered if he should ask, but for the time being it felt good, so he also wanted to simply let her.