True happiness. Is such a thing possible under the weight of his responsibilities? Even if he doesn't voice it, it's something he had long since considered.

For now, He closes his eyes to block out the blinding light of the day. It allows him to bask in the warmth and comfort of his friend and it provides a moment to feel his cold fingertips being held by a warm hand.

He mutters something indistinct in response before shifting himself to lean more of his weight on Hythlodaeus. It may not be so appropriate to do so in public, but that hardly seems of concern as he resigns himself to rest. He can't walk, her can't move about, and all that is left is to lie and wait for it all to pass.

As long as they could weather it together.