"Yeah, hang on, I'll get it," Waver said, shuffling over to the indicated pack.

As he rummaged, careful to shift things rather than remove them and fling them aside, Waver ruminated quietly on how strange this entire situation was. Never mind that they were camping in the cold for no particular reason. Food and herbs was an excuse to get away from everyone else.

He returned with the dried meat in his arms, before settling down. He was using his own bedroll as a temporary cushion for his ass, rather than sit on the ground or any nearby log.

"So," he said, stretching his legs out towards the fire so he can warm his feet. "How're you finding all this cold weather, given you mostly were used to deserts in your lifetime?"

Oh God he was talking about the weather. Waver gently tapped his forehead with the heel of his hand the moment the words came out of his mouth. "Ugh, ignore that. I don't even know where to start."

It wasn't nerves. It was just being unsure of what to say after so long.