[He'd just had to make the weather here seasonally appropriate, hadn't it? Inwardly, he curses the part of him that had been so very focused on accuracy, but he doesn't take time to dwell on it— even as that sharp chill runs through him, his focus is on Amelia, rolling part of the way with her as she quickly pulls away and ending up on his side. The blanket is certainly doing its job, but given they're both now partially dressed, a little extra help would be welcome— wide-eyed and still startled by the cold and the abrupt shift in the mood, he snakes one hand out from under the blanket to wave it and conjure a nearby brazier, followed by another flick that makes flames come to life within it.

He tentatively lays a hand on Amelia's shoulder, apologetic.]

Are you alright? I apologize, when I conjured this place, I didn't consider that we might—

[He cuts himself off, his face still deeply flushed and only partly from embarrassment, then huffs softly before letting out a nervous laugh. Well, he supposes this was proof that he hadn't asked her here with any ulterior motives, at least.]

... perhaps I was a bit too attentive to detail.