His eyelashes fluttered and he yawned, nestling his face against the warm blanket, and struggled against the pull of sleep. The wind was muted through the makeshift insulation, and Kaegan found that he felt more content while enveloped. Safer.
Kaegan felt the blankets rustling around him, and blinked his eyes open to find his Mistress peering down at him. “It sounds like ghosts outside,” he mumbled, voice cracking from lack of use. Kaegan cleared his throat quietly and lifted the blanket to rub at his cold nose. He raised his head to inspect the state of the bed and frowned. “My apologies, Mistress,” Kaegan wiggled in the blanket, pulling the blanket over his shoulders as he sat up. “Would you like me to fix—“
Pausing suddenly, an awed grin blossomed across Kaegan's face in realization. “You called them our bed sheets.”