Prompt: Blanket
Extra blankets did little to insulate Macbeth's body from the chill of the ground at night – the cold seeping into his muscles to lure him into a sleep he wouldn't awaken from. Fiore was generally considered a warm country, but on nights like this with such clear, frigid skies it was difficult to believe that.
"We need better supplies than what we have; our current blankets are too thin for the winter," he informed Erza one evening as they traded watches – as was now their custom as he could never sleep at this time of night if he tried.
Erza nodded, concern and weariness casting dark shadows beneath her eyes, and retired to sleep with a vague promise to do what she could about clothing and other winter supplies in the next town over.
Thinking over her unhealthy appearance, Macbeth thought that perhaps it was time for Erza to stop taking on all of Crime Sorciere's burdens onto her shoulders.