Will was cold. He had always hated the cold, the fast falling flakes of snow and biting wind reminded him of his time in Skandia. But he was doing better now and his slavery was years ago now, he hadn't had a flashback in months, so of course when Halt, Horace and Will went on a mission to track some bandits on the outside of redmont, the universe chose that exact moment when he was on watch, to make it start snowing. The snow wasn't the problem exactly, it was the whipping wind that came with it, and the coldness that soon followed
Sitting on a stone at the edge of their campsite, there was little to shelter Will from the ever increasing icy feeling spreading from the tips of his fingers causing the hairs on his neck to stand up and his breath to quicken. His hands shook slightly as he pulled the green and grey cloak closer to him. Trying to calm himself down and stop shivering, he didn't hear his friend come up behind him. Horace didn't say anything, merely sat next to him on the rock and stared out into the tree line.
"I can take your watch if you want?" He approached the subject nonchalantly but Will could see where he was going.
"I'm fine, really."
"Will it hasn't even been a year yet and to be honest, you don't look fine." He gestured to where his friend was curled up in a ball, his face pale, hands shaking. "You don't have to be fine." They sat in silence for a few minutes until he finally responded.
"I'm really cold." Horace scooted closer and wrapped an arm around his shoulders, allowing him to benefit from the small body heat. Will put his head on his shoulder.
"Thank you, I'm glad you're here."
"Me to Will, me to."
