It would be -- easier. If Alistair was up the ladder, next to him. But not so much easier that Cullen's willing to disturb him, or sleep on the floor next to the chaise.

He piles himself under the two furs -- since Alistair stole all the blankets -- and squints at the pile of snow in the corner.

It might be time to think about doing... something. Clearing out the rubble, at the very least. Maybe remove a few of the vines from the walls. (But only a few.) Scavenge a rug still on the good side of threadbare. The question is how to do it without anyone noticing, as they'll think he's gone soft.