"...And I'll make sure you're both safe until the morning. Come, let's bring as many of those blankets as we can."

"Yes," Tuo agrees a little faintly, "that's a good idea," and then he proceeds to disregard the sense of his own words and Dain's instructions, and slips a hand free to touch his friend's cheek. That's about all the warning Dain gets before Tuo leans up to kiss him gently on the mouth. His skin, predictably, is almost too cool to the touch, but could grow comfortably warm if he kept this up for very long.

But he doesn't. Sense reasserts itself like a struck match, and Tuo draws back to look at Dain with very wide eyes for only the briefest of moments, before taking a deer-like step past him to gather up the blankets. "Let me--get Alvi."