The Medicine Seller was reluctant to leave the warmth of the fire, but then again, he had Arthur between him and the chilly rug on the floor. His own thoughts strayed similarly to pelts or a nice carpet. Maybe some actual cushions...

A little indulgent, perhaps, but that was what fantasies were for.

Giving his thighs a squeeze, the Medicine Seller sat back on his haunches and tugged the blanket around Arthur's shoulders.

"Go get comfortable then. I shall get some... supplies that will facilitate things."