"Of course," Wrathion says, and keeps the scarf about his shoulders. It is warm and dry, after all.

He then proceeds to undress the rest of the way.

Luckily, the forest is quiet enough that Wrathion can wring out his under and heat it back to some semblance of dryness with a modicum of privacy. Some of the rest of the dampness on his skin begins to evaporate away slowly, but he is still shivering noticeably even once he pulls the shorts back on and begins digging back into the pile of clothing.