The curved roof overhead provided shelter from the downpour, but the thin nature of the wagon's walls left them exposed to the lower temperatures, especially so due to their small mattresses being placed on the floor. The cold air permeated the structure and the breeze rushed in from every crack, leaving the wagon an admittedly harsh place to sleep on the night of Dentis 12th.
Perhaps less so for Taos, who hogged their single shared blanket as if it was feeding him life. It wasn't even made to comfortably rest over the skin; the blanket was thrown together with a cut-up burlap sack that scratched and irritated anyone that dare sleep beneath it. This fact had never stopped the duo, however, the two not having what anyone could call a life of luxury, and well, they had to make do if they wanted to stay warm.
Or, if Taos wanted to stay warm. The wick slept without a care in the world, his body nothing more than a silhouette in the dark of the wagon; chest rising and falling with every rested breath. The older man held onto the uncomfortable blanket, having twisted to the side enough times so that it was twisted up beneath him and inaccessible completely to the other man in the wagon. If the wick was awake, he of course would have offered more than enough of the blanket to his friend, but sleeping Taos... well he was another story.
He slept peacefully under sounds of pouring rain against the roof, shielded from the cold and every breeze, unaware of his companion's personal struggles.