"Don't fall asleep on me, now," Bert warned with a little laugh, twisting his head to look up at her. "I'm not a bed. At least, I don't think I am."

The bed wasn't far, though. He had to shift her weight on his back to unlatch the door, and he did so a little unsteadily, his arms and hips starting to ache a little. She didn't actually weigh all that much less than him, after all. So he was quite relieved to let them into the dark little guest room, squinting in the dimness.

"You're gonna have to get down so I can light the fire," he said rather apologetically, moving deftly towards the unmade bed to sit down on it and let her off. It wasn't cold, but it was rather gloomy sitting here in the dark.