Okay then, yeah. Yeah, it's hug time. Relieved, grateful, hug time. Hopefully there won't be any cracked ribs here from how tightly he's going to do it.

"It's okay - it's okay, I got you."

He'll break the hug just long enough to shrug out of the coat he was wearing, and drape it over the top of her blanket. Tuck in the sleeves like a scarf. Since, you know, he's kind of a walking muscle dorito the size of a truck.

"Come on - it's okay. Let's get you indoors."