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Oh god, this was the end wasn't it? Renauld had found himself woken up crushed. Was this death? It was kind of cold and moist. It was pretty unpleasant. Wait, no. It couldn't be death. No, it was too inconveniencing to be that. With all of the muscle he could mustre in the time in which one's body had trouble responding, he did a powerful sit up and emerged from the once dense snow. His beautiful, sweaty, humid shelter was ruined. What once was at a reasonable size and dome-like had been fractured into hunks of compacted snow.

Well, hard come and easy go. He wouldn't dwell on it. Sucks that he wouldn't get that bonus two hours of sleep and instead had to stay stuck with a weird split of naps.

Walking up to the fire, the least he could try to do is regain heat. Maybe even store it for the future trip. He took a nice seat next to Katya on the log and stuck out his hands to warm them up. Almost instantly, his head dropped as his body tried to regain a few more Z's. Two sets of two hours sleeps took its toll.