Inside the tent, it's just possible to make out Alistair rummaging through their packs, rather more than one might expect for something as simple as putting a dagger away.

When he re-emerges, he has a blanket slung over one arm: the thickest one they brought along.

Wordlessly -- and with a half-smile that's a bit more solid than before -- he unfolds it, holds it wide, and tips his head inquiringly.