Sam - focuses, shifts. He's getting better at navigating the mental link, at splitting his attention between more than one place, and he can't actually bring himself to leave Bucky's mind right now. Not when he's shivering so bad that Sam can practically feel it, not when he's struggling to push through.

With a flick of his wings, he dries them, thinking of warmth and sunlight and pressing in close to Bucky to wrap them around him.

At the same time, his mental presence flickers a little as he shifts back to his own mind, enough to squeeze Bucky's leg and try to speak out loud.

"Can you hear me, baby?"