Written for a Drabble Tree Challenge at LiveJournal's writerverse. Source line is in bold.
Winter on this new world was harsh. She could never get warm. Even in bed, she was cold despite the huge pile of blankets she slept under. And she knew he was suffering too, even though that they hadn't had a personal conversation since they'd been stranded here.
Which was why she was surprised to wake one night to feel his body next to hers. The temperature under the covers felt like it had raised a good ten degrees. Without even thinking about it, she rolled toward him and embraced his warmth and comfort. Words could wait until tomorrow.