You shivered, eyeing the other gang members' blankets with jealousy; you'd been left without one.

Hosea noticed this and stood up from his seat. He came over to you and draped his blanket over your shoulders. "There, that's better. Wouldn't want you catching a cold."

Before you managed to open your mouth, he shut down any resistance you may have considered: "Don't try to argue, I'll be fine. I was raised in the mountains."