Dipping below the sandy plains, the sun slowly descended. A blue night replaced the last yellow rays of the day, as you and Mountain Tim began setting up camp: two tents, your horses aside, and a blazing fire in the middle.

As the sky plummeted to a starry night, so did the temperature. Just hours ago, the desert was warm and humid. Now you were shivering, your light blanket doing nothing for the unusually cold night. Restless in your tent, you crawled out to the fire.

Warm light engulfed Mountain Tim where he sat in front of the fire. He turned to you after hearing you unzip your tent. "It's cold," he sighed, looking down, his voice hoarse. "You can join me in my tent. We can share body heat there and share our blankets. We can't get any sleep shivering like this," his blue eyes looked over you as he allowed his offer to linger. "Just make sure you don't get too comfortable," he turned back and climbed back into his tent, leaving you alone with his offer. A gust of cold wind snapped against your body.