It’s far easier to rest by a fire and in good company than by oneself in an ice hut, but more than that, the kindness and physical touch to a man that’s starved in more ways than one fulfills a need Crozier hadn’t realized he’s been missing. He nods gently and positions himself with back against the floor, the warmth of the fire serving as a blanket.

There’s a beat, Crozier’s eyes closed and his breath beginning to even out - though with some struggling at the exhales - before he grunts, “I need to find a new bloody house.”

Almost said with a smile. Almost, except he falls asleep promptly after.