Lalo's fire is, indeed, too low. It's dangerously close to going out entirely, in fact. What luck Randvi happened to stop by.

Lalo himself murmurs a happy, "Thank you," and buries himself deeper under the covers, shivering hard. The fever makes him run hot, then cold, then hot.

Truthfully, f it were anyone else, he might be uncomfortable, but he's seen he inside of Randvi's face. He can lean on her right now.

"Hey! Did you see a lady earlier?" He means Enola; although to Lalo, she might as well be a sickness-induced hallucination.