Dominic

Dominic attaches the sheet of his tent to the edges of the crook opening, creating a barrier against the wind. He hurries over to the campfire to light it again to keep you warm. He takes off his jacket, draping it around your shoulders as you sit close to the flames. He looks at you, concern and determination in his eyes. The storm should be over by sunrise. Try and get some rest. I’ll keep guard of the tarp and make sure it doesn’t get taken by the wind.