Surely there's got to be a way to block the snow from coming in. Another blanket he can string over the hole in the roof...with tools and rope he doesn't have...in the middle of the night.
Right, that won't work. He'll have to do it tomorrow. After he's done with the letters.
Alistair finds another fur, hesitates, then settles that one around Cullen as well. A third blanket gets heaved over the side of the loft and lands with a fwumph on the chaise. Alistair follows down the ladder and returns to Cullen's desk, better insulated this time.
Within an hour he's fallen asleep over the letters.
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Right, that won't work. He'll have to do it tomorrow. After he's done with the letters.
Alistair finds another fur, hesitates, then settles that one around Cullen as well. A third blanket gets heaved over the side of the loft and lands with a fwumph on the chaise. Alistair follows down the ladder and returns to Cullen's desk, better insulated this time.
Within an hour he's fallen asleep over the letters.