[He vaguely hears something familiar, but he doesn't quite understand it. He lifts his head and mumbles against the snow:]

Doma?

[Wait, it's too cold to be Doma. But then someone touches him, unbidden, and he jerks violently into alertness. Thankfully Jun only really got a handful of fluffy hair, and not some other part of Amal that might have been more sensitive.]

Wha—sorry, I—oh, it's Jun. [He pulls himself up to his knees, at least, and brushes off the front of his coat.] I think I'm okay? I'm okay. More importantly, it looks like my bags made it.

[He pauses for a moment and reaches inside his coat pockets, then pulls out a piece of candy and unwraps it.]

Does your familiar like cinnamon?

[Of course Amal would have cinnamon candy, honestly.]