[For one minute, two even, he thinks maybe he'll be able to rest. The heavy furs and soft mattress are almost enough to doze off in. It's a luxury he's really not used to.

... And then, there's the sound of movement over the howling of the winds and noise of the palace shifting in its anger. Sound turns to heat, and against his aching and cold body, it's almost, almost a salve. If it weren't the very man who advocated his current predicament, the gesture could almost be sweet.

Perhaps a bit less sweet, with how fast Childe's cock hardens between them, hot and thick against his skin for a moment before the harbinger slides down to lift his leg up. With little recourse, he just... allows it, not quite freezing and perhaps gritting his teeth as he speaks.]

... Ah. You have other pets you accost? Whores, perhaps, unable to refuse your whims? At least I won't be alone in this discomfort, then.

[His tone is cold, but he's much too worn for anything more than that. At least it's just that, for now.]