"bad night to be outdoors," Thoros said.

"You've got real powerful magic to figure that out, the lord of light whisper that in your ear? It's snowing Thoros, it's windy, it's gonna be a cold night," Sandor added

"You're a grouchy old bear aren't you Clegane?.. You want some rum?" Thoros offered his hyde flask.

"Don't like that shit, it's too sweet," Sandor said, his horse pulling ahead through the blizzard.

"Why are you always in such a foul mood?" Thoros asked slightly slurred by his rum.

"... Experience." Sandor muttered, before opening the top layer of his cloak to look down at you, to check you were still there.

When you stirred, he shushed you softly, "back to sleep now little lamb, you're keeping me warm," he smirked to himself, more than grateful for the extra body heat you provided.

The journey to the wall was going to be a long one and the night was still to come...