Proteus jabbed the poker into the fire, and the hearth crackled and popped with the shifting logs. He wanted to make sure there was enough heat to last him and Juliana a good while through the night, even with their furs and each other. He made sure to keep away from the popping embers lest something fall into his unbound hair. "The days seem cooler than usual." He muttered to himself, "I wonder if we'll really get another winter." He set the poker aside and stood. He padded over to his and Juliana's bed, rubbing at his bare back, and slipped beneath the furs with Juliana. "Feeling any better, love?" he asked her, "It's been some time since last you were sick."