Much as Matt hates the idea of tying himself to anyone, he can't see a way to get out of it. Even though he would be perfectly fine if hit with the same snowblindness (and how would he even tell, anyway), the others won't be, and the middle of a blizzard is a poor time to try to teach somebody how to get around without sight.

He's not quite sure what to make of the tracker, though. That heartbeat sounds ridiculously sluggish, like his blood is thick as syrup, and when he's not talking, Matt can't hear him breathing either. The air currents and echoes mapping his arms don't seem quite right, like his hands are somehow disconnected from his arms and floating around on their own. (And why does he smell like wet dog?)

That all can wait, though. They've got some kids to find first.

Steve hasn't assigned Daredevil to go do anything, which is fine. As most of the others scramble to get prepped to go, Matt stays with the captain, still providing that grounding touch. Matt remembers all too well how disoriented he'd been, after the accident, before he'd learned how to use his other senses to fill in the spaces where sight used to be. Even if Steve has somehow been spared that, he hasn't shrugged off the touch just yet, so Matt has to believe that it's helping. Or at the very least, not making it worse.