Snow was on the ground with more falling quick. You weren’t going to make it back to camp in time, not like this and you were tired —no exhausted— walking to the nearest town. On top of, Arthur had somehow managed to roll his ankle on the walk.

You two bought a room for the night, him immediately making a B line for the bath once inside. You know he deserves if, even if your back is giving you trouble too. It’s a few minutes before you hear his soft grunts from the bath, smoking a cigarette.