*cups his own hands together, brings them up to his mouth, breathes on them, rubs them together so they won't be so cold*

You relax. I'll take care of you now.

*lays his fingertips lightly on the sides of Bingo's head, fans them out slowly into the Hobbit's hair, moves one hand to lift Bingo's head as the other feels the back of his skull...all the while feeling for hurts or dampness or crusted wounds*

So far, so good. A little more then.

*undoes Bingo's cloak; pushes it back, his hands skimming the Hobbit's shoulders*