She almost draws her dagger on him when she hears his footsteps, but then he's calling out her name and she relaxes. She knows that voice, has heard it more than enough these past days, with all the feasting and the planning and the war preparations.

She's not cold cold, really, but then he's draping his cloak around her and she can't help the blush that stain her cheeks; fortunately it's dark enough for him not to notice. Hopefully. "Aye, I'm alright." She hesitates for a moment. "Something... woke me. I don't know what it was, but I can feel it." She gazes out into the darkness ahead of them, stretching further down the crypt. "There."