It doesn't take much coaxing for her to lean forward so he can slide his arm around her. She even pulls her arm out of her sleeve so he can do so under her coat, and so she can reciprocate, tugging him closer, but careful to keep her gloved hands from brushing bare skin too much. Mostly because her hands are artificial, and don't warm us as easily as the rest of her.

"You'll find I'm not a good example of either, to be utterly honest. And in this cold, you make concessions to stay bloody warm." She shivered a little and resettled, "Particularly considering I don't know if either of us will survive otherwise."

Freezing to death is an ugly, ugly way to die, in Dia's opinion.