"That's very thoughtful of you, Anya." James said, pulling the girl close.
"But you shouldn't worry about me. It's more important that I take care of you than the other way around, got it? You matter more than anything else to me." he explained, adjusting Anya's cloak as if it were her blanket. He made sure she was bundled tightly, the hood pulled over her head.

"Besides, I've been through worse than being cold for a night. You think your dad's gonna let that get in the way of hugging his daughter?" he said, lying back against the wall of the crate. James cradled Anya against him, laying her head on his chest.