Merrion was happy to see Drake returned safe, if dirty, and with food, and Merrion tossed him an extra towel. "I agree with Ari. You need to clean up first before cooking. Or eating. And I don't know how to cook, so I shouldn't." He was never allowed in any kitchen ever, after all.
He pulled his coat tighter around himself and held the mug of coffee to his face to keep warm. He was doing his absolute hardest not to start fretting, but he was cold and the night was falling and was that a drop of rain on his nose? Merrion heard of makeshift shelters for camping and he wondered if any of them brought one, else they would surely die.
Then he sneezed, and he spilled his coffee onto his jacket.
"Oh no!" he cried as he hopped to his feet, rubbing his handkerchief over the spots. Now he was going to have to spend the night jacket less! Then he was going to get pneumonia and hypothermia and just when he thought the sleep apnea was the greatest of his concerns!