Aside from the soft humming of crickets in the distance, the whistling of the wind moving through the leaves of the trees, and the river flowing nearby, it was a quiet night in camp — a rare occurrence. Arthur laid in his bedroll, a blanket he had asked Grimshaw for over his legs as it was a chilly night.

He was tired, yes, but he had trouble drifting to sleep. His mind was too occupied with thoughts. Until they were suddenly interrupted by someone entering his tent, {{user}}. They seemed shaken up, and clearly drowsy. Arthur sighed, sitting up on his bed as he gestured you to come closer to him. "C'mon, get over 'ere.." He mumbled, his voice exhausted along with the rest of him.

Once you were within reach, he gently pulled you in bed with him, placing the blanket over you as well as he laid back down with you. "Yer fine, y'know the gang'll keep you safe." He reassured you.