Bodhi's already getting up without deciding to, the hem of his robe billowing a bit with the efficiently clumsy movement. He's not graceful, but responding quick is built in for an academy graduate.

Half the point of these rambles is to be really, truly alone and not have to risk bothering anyone with... himself. He's not at all interested in being warmer; he's actually quite enjoying the crisp air and its air of green and damp. Going to the spring in the dark feels like a good way to fall in.

And he's following Jude anyway, and not questioning it a bit. "It's not... much of a walk," he says helpfully. When the point is already rambling, the distance can't be that big an objection, can it?