Natasha finds herself so deep in thought that she barely realizes Jasper is moving, her blank stare having returned to the window to stare out into the darkness. Something about hearing it hurts and yet she doesn't wish it to be hers. Hearing Jasper speak of Alice with such tenderness is beautiful to her, and Natasha has already accepted that she's not going to have something like that. She'll never be able to start a family or keep someone close, not when she's always putting her life at risk or on the run, and maybe that's why she wishes nothing but happiness for Jasper and Alice. Happiness, for something that she can't have herself.

It isn't until she starts feeling warmth that she registers what he's doing for her, and it's enough to pull her out of the darkness that her mind is spiraling into so she can instead offering him a tiny but grateful smile. The corners of her mouth barely curl up as she watches him, knowing that this is probably the first time he's started a fire strictly for warmth in much too long, and she's about to thank him when he seems to be struck again like he had been when she first arrived. He drops the poker and he stares at her, and Natasha would think that he's having some sort of issue being around her again if she didn't know that he wouldn't be in the house anymore if he did.

"...Jasper?" She says his name with thinly veiled concern because he's never looked like that before, and she hesitates before standing from her seat on the couch and approaching him, sitting on the hearthstone beside him to soak in the warmth that he's provided. Her green eyes are wide with worry as she studies his face now that she's closer, the light of the fire dancing against one side of her as she faces him.

"...What? What is it, did you hear something or... do you need me to go into the bedroom...?"