[For the moment, Henry saves his breath and lets her do as she will. Her intent is clear to him, and in order to help her achieve her goals in changing his fate for the better, he allows it. Once she climbs onto his lap, the sorcerer leans forward to bury his face into her fur with enthusiasm, weakened though he may be. It's hard to let his freezing state get him down when the promise of warmth lays over him, after all.

Though his face is buried, it doesn't keep him from muttering muffled words into her coat:] You're reeeeeally warm... It's nice. I don't know what I would have done if you didn't come to my rescue. Wait until the blood in veins froze up, probably. But it's okay, since you showed up...!

[It occurs to him that he's in a "simulation", after all. Though he has only a limited understanding of what that truly entails, coming from a technology-deprived setting, he understands well enough that the reality he's in is separate from the one he woke up to at Thesa Station. He hums.]

I wonder, are you just part of this training thing? That would be too bad, but it would make doing this completely worth it, to me.