Frankie smiled when he took the tea, once again relieved that he was up and coherent. There was so much that she had feared for him, like frostbite and illness, even death considering she had no idea what kind of medical problems he might have. She was glad that none seemed to have occurred, though she was still considering taking him to the hospital to get checked out as soon as the storm passed over. Speaking of which, she was reminded of the waves of wind and snow crashing against the nearby window. A shiver went up her spine at the idea of still being out there, braving the terrible weather. 

Her brain snapped back to reality, and her burned hand, at the mention of ice. She didn't seem to catch the "doesn't melt" part, more focused on getting the pain and swelling to go down. "Ah, I forgot about it! Good idea!" She grinned and began making her way towards the bathroom. "And don't worry about it. Any decent person would have helped you out," she said with a genuine smile, not noticing the hint of seriousness in his tone. "I was just the first person to find you." 

Frankie came out of the bathroom moments later, spreading a glob of aloe vera on her burn. She cringed a little until the cooing sensation came over her, and she relaxed. "Much better," she said, more to herself than to him. She grabbed a small ice pack from the freezer and a dish towel, wrapping the pack before placing in on her hand. 

"So what's your name, anyway? I'm Francis, but everyone calls me Frankie."