"Mm," he affirmed, getting up from the bed to join Arthur by the fire, tossing another log on. The air outside had that metallic scent that promised a bitter and snowy night.

"I did. It is a rather comfortable pillow. Bath is ready whenever you are."

He ran a finger along the collar of his union suit.

"...This could use a wash as well. Weather permitting, I can launder our things tomorrow if you like?"