Of course, (Yasha says carefully, taken aback by their situation's dire turn; the woman is still shivering, looking lost and little where she stands. She really does need an extra layer. Yasha decides she can provide that after all, in a pinch. She unwraps the second fur from around her shoulders and neck and hands it firmly over.)

... Please, take this. Until you warm up a little more. Then I will take it back.

(Straightforward enough? She's left in her shawl and tunic, neither of which will withstand the cold for very long, but she doesn't appear to mind. She's suffered through worse. Once they start walking again, she'll be fine. She exhales, her breath puffing out in front of her, and glances ahead.)

I think that we should keep going forward.