Tuo shuts the door behind Dain as soon as he is within the comparatively less frigid confines of the wagon, enduring the brief lecture with aplomb--or fatigue and exhaustion. It's difficult to tell.

"Damp got into the firewood," he explains, chafing his slender hands together and blowing on them in a futile effort to get the blood circulating through his extremities again. Instinct has him moving towards the warmest point nearby, which just happens to be Dain; he comes to stand near him, looking equal parts confused and tired. "What are you doing here?"