"Well, with us or against us, Captain Uthral...Here it is."
He came back up with the battered flask. The other one was peeking out of his pocket though it was hard to tell in the dim, sluggish firelight thhat managed to creep their way through the dead air. His gloves slipped twice on the knobbed cap before he managed to loosen it. He gingerly held the cap in his palm because the gloves were thick enough that he could easily drop it and not even notice.
"All this searching and jumping around ought to keep you warm, your highness."
"Thanks for the advice," he muttered before he took a drink. It was actually very good whiskey for once, aged in casks that had been used for sherry. His chest felt warm though it wasn't cold in the first place. Like he'd said earlier it was only nose and eyes that felt the sting of impossibly unkind air. He looked up and the strip of stars shimmering blue through the spindly branches looked closer than they should have.