Will took the remark in without much comment, and focused on taking the man's weight on his shoulder, instead. Once he seemed stable, he walked him over to the fire, careful to avoid the blankets for now. It wouldn't do to have them be soaked through, like how Will's clothes were being soaked through right now, the man's body freezing where it was pressed against his own.
The stranger appeared to be babbling.
"A side-effect of the snow and isolation, I suspect. It warps time." He'd never have guessed that there could've been a more bizarre reason for his accent being unfamiliar -- he wasn't at all surprised to hear a British one, after all.
He stood there for a moment, letting them both soak in the heat of the fire before he started to untangle himself from the stranger's limbs, almost seeming apologetic about it. "I'm afraid you'll have to at least take off your shoes and outer layers. It'll do you good in the long run."
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The stranger appeared to be babbling.
"A side-effect of the snow and isolation, I suspect. It warps time." He'd never have guessed that there could've been a more bizarre reason for his accent being unfamiliar -- he wasn't at all surprised to hear a British one, after all.
He stood there for a moment, letting them both soak in the heat of the fire before he started to untangle himself from the stranger's limbs, almost seeming apologetic about it. "I'm afraid you'll have to at least take off your shoes and outer layers. It'll do you good in the long run."