Rook felt like a sack of potatoes, sinking down onto the ground the moment Kenneth let go of him. His cheeks burned with embarrassment. Imagine that, having to be carried like a child.
The heat of the fire was very comforting though, and it staved off the chill breeze slightly. Apparently he wasn't the only one sick, and he carefully averted his eyes, focusing on the dirt between his legs. "Anything's fine." He rasped softly, hunched over and shivering. Boxers and boots weren't the best dress code of the planet, that was for sure.