[There's a small flush in his cheeks as she brings up that very good point, realizing he hadn't thought of his end of the equation for this. He had been more intent on getting her warm and dry instead of himself, as she had gone through a much greater trauma than he did. Shaking his head slightly, he urges her forward once more, so she wouldn't get too caught up in worrying about him instead of changing.]

I'll be fine. I don't want you rushing or pushing yourself any further than you already have. Get yourself changed and relax, and I'll figure out something in the meantime.

[Because even if Noah's clothes were on the larger side, the t-shirts should still fit him comfortably, and he could probably roll up the pants to a certain extent to make it work. It's not like Noah was in the dream to say something about it, anyway.]