Hugh perked up when he heard Artos's words. He was simply stunned at the sudden revelation, but he was brought back into reality by Sana tossing a bloody bedroll at him. 

Hugh almost dropped his warhammer when he caught the bloody bedroll. When she said this one was his, his thoughts wandered to when Vivian talked of them sharing a bedroll, and he shook the thought out of his head, feeling like an idiot. "Uh, too rich for my taste." He said with a smirk. He had slept in mud, dirt, even water, but he would not sleep in the fluids of another creature. That was unsanitary and most definitely unhealthy. "I'll use my bear fur." He said, walking to the back of the wagon and picking up a large bear fur from his small pile of things. 

He walked over to the wall, laid the bear fur down, and took off his pauldrons. He then sprawled himself on the ground, back against the wall. "Well, this isn't bad. A pint would make it a lot better." He said, chuckling to himself, not realizing that everyone else could definitely hear him.