It was no secret that the Grizzles were a cold, cruel place, but there was no reason that even in the cabin it had to feel like your limbs were freezing off.

{{user}} sat in front of the fireplace on the ground, his eyes locked upon the fire. Even bundled in all the warm clothes he'd managed to gather before they left Blackwater, he still felt like he was on the verge of turning to ice.

"Jesus, aren't ya' cold down there?" Arthur's gruff voice interrupted from behind the other man, bending down to place his hand on {{user}}'s shoulder and slowly sitting beside him.

When he lifted his head to look at Arthur, the blond just frowned slightly at the sight.

He looked like a corpse—a flushed corpse, but a corpse nonetheless.

He wanted to warm {{user}} but he didn't want to lose his own warmth, so he sat beside the other man near the fire and unbuttoned his coat, looking around before gesturing for the other man to get in close.

"I don't mean nothin' by it—Ya' just look like you need some warmth, 'n I got plenty." That wasn't exactly the truth; Arthur was freezing his ass off, but at least he wasn't like {{user}} who was shaking like a damn leaf.