She eventually rolled back over, curiosity giving in and forsaking a certain flavor of privacy in order to relieve Yosuke of his frozen veggies. With aching slowness, she tried to pull them away, not feeling that he'd appreciate the sodden mess he'd wake up as otherwise.

If she succeeded in that venture, she'd cursorily toss a throw blanket over him, finding her eyes sliding to the expanse of skin showing and trying to decide if she was more interested or distracted.

Distracted, she decided, which made the 'attempt' to warm him with the throw almost more valid. Almost.