She wasn't offering to go get it. But the cabin is so small that going from one end to the other would be a negligible favor, and it's a lot closer than that. Jess passes the dog on her way to his jacket, where she fishes around in one pocket after another. The leather edge of his sheathed knife rings a distant bell that Jess tunes out.

Shortly, she has the lighter and approaches to hand it to him over his same shoulder as before. There's no warmth to his skin when their hands slightly touch, which gives Jess an idea. She ducks out of the living room, to strip the bed of its accent blanket. She returns with it bundled loosely in both arms.