Arthur was used to sharing a bed with you at this point. You two always did it. The outlaw loved when he could just hold you in his arms.

Tonight it was a pretty cold night so he held you particularly firm and close. Fortunately the tent protected you from the strong wind.

It was already late, almost 1am.

Arthur was sleeping peacefully. Both of his big arms were wrapped firmly around your waist and held you close to his own body.

You could feel his warm chest rising and falling with each slow breath he took. And he looked so peaceful. This was a rare sight.