They surprisingly enough don't mind having to hold his weight, it's actually quite welcome. He doesn't feel much warmer than them, but it's alright, they don't mind, the closeness is more than enough.

At his reminder that they still had twelve days to go, their tail wraps more tightly around his arm, while it wraps loosely around the wrist of his other hand. Wrapping their tail around whatever it came to contact with seem to be a relfexive reaction. "I hope the rest of the monsters don't go down like this one-" They'd rather not make it a habit of being covered in gross monster blood over and over.