"Dammit," he swears, looking around with a palm pressed to his temple before he decides, fuck it, he's crouching down and picking her up so that he can take her back to a neighboring hut (mostly because he's pretty sure that stepping inside the actual hut would wake Alex up, and he cares about these things, like whether or not Alex gets enough sleep each night, because she's a teenager and still... growing, something like that). Sawyer shivers as his hands dig through the icy snow, powdery though it is, and quickly breaks through the surface to scoop the girl up. She's sturdy enough, but thin, light in his arms as he walks to the hut by his house that he makes sure stays empty of occupants, because it allows him that much more of a buffer, he guesses, against the rest of Tabula Rasa.

"Don't you give up on me now. Whatever the hell happened t'you, don't you give the hell up on me now," he mutters, and for some reason it's important that she hears this and knows just how much he's invested now. It's not even like he's been actively searching for her, but bumping into her that many times, knowing the horrors she's seen and imagines, that's enough reason for Sawyer's involvement, he figures.