[He hasn't wished for his abilities so strongly in ages. This was never meant to be an easy task - letting go of his place as both guide and protector had been a reluctant necessity.

That's largely unrelated, though. He sits, stubbornly, as the cold seeps into the relative comfort of the room, sinking into fingers and toes and turning his nipples into perky little bumps in his clothes. Even the jewelry seems bent on freezing him into the snake's embrace.]

I don't need your help. The blankets alone would be enough, and this bed is large. Even if I agreed to lie there, I'm not asking for more. My pride and I will be fine. I have survived worse.

[But... ultimately, after a while, he can't deny it any more. His gaze flicks to Childe with an expression of dismay, perhaps even disgust on his face, and he rises up to lift the blankets.]

Just... stay there.

[As if he's not the one being ordered around here.]