I don't blame ya for thinkin' that - far as I know, most folks' woulda.
Here - c'mon inside, lets getcha wrapped up in blankets. Make a burrito outta ya.

[Said as he only pulls one arm away in order to lead her, of course - the other's staying firmly on her shoulders.]

... Sounds like you two been goin' through it for a while, though.
She ain't ever talked to you 'bout it since?