Small, dry twigs for fires. Kindling. Then you pile on the bigger branches.

[Boughs covered in pine needles might be better suited for the shelter they need. That’s a bit more specialized, however, so she can take it from here if Claude wants to continue searching for firewood.]

If we dig into the snow a little, we can stay warmer. [He’s an unfamiliar face, at least prior to all of this, so although she appreciates his initiative, she’s unsure of his skillset, or his current state. Claude had been one of the lost that they’d pulled out of that cave, which means he’s probably in poorer shape, given the temperature.] How are you holding up?