"They are like icicles."

Not that Armin's hands are any better off. If his feel warmer, it's just because they have had a bit more exposure to the 'fire'.

"Here." He gently tugs Angel down with him onto the little Mareep rug (no actual Mareeps have been harmed in the making of this rug), so they can both cosily fit in front of the heater. Once seated, he catches her hands between his own, starting to rub some warmth back into her fingers. "Here, this is what they taught us during training."