[ The freezing air feels like it's sticking onto his skin, like the beads of water still on him are about to freeze into ice crystals and just stay there, clumping all over him. Amos grits his teeth and shivers; this sucks so bad. ]

Don't gotta tell me twice.

[ Satisfied that they're both as alright as they're gonna be, Amos turns to the opposite side of the chamber from Atsumu and starts digging around there.

He's got a decent pile of jewels forming off to his side — they've gotta be worth something eventually, right? Not here where everything is survival mode, but maybe after — when Amos comes across a thick, soft blanket. It feels like heaven against his fingertips; within seconds he's got it draped over his frame. Sure, it's getting a little damp now, but at least he's a lot more comfortable. And besides... ]

These bags're waterpoof, right? 'cause otherwise I feel like this thing is gonna take days to dry out, if ever.

[ Called over his shoulder, and completely unabashed about the fact that he's managed to find some source of warmth. Shit, he knows he shouldn't, but he could really just curl up in this thing right about now. ]