"We don't have tequila, but I hear Iron Bull, and you're definitely going to have trouble taking how appropriate that name is with a grain of salt, and Desmond are working on beer. So give it a while and you'll at least have something."

Reality is what the world around you reflects, North is coming to realize. Which is definitely not comforting. But the guy isn't fighting him, and that's all North needs. It's just across the hall, it's a public place, and North's only care is warmth. He lets Diego grumble all he wants as he guides the man across the street and right in to the warmth of the inn. Which his lights on, but they're Edwardian electric lights, they are not modern at all, and the fireplace is clearly a better source of light at this hour than anything else.

"Bathroom is that way. In your backpack there's a change of warm clothes. The pack's waterproof. I suggest changing in there and spreading your clothes in front of the fire. After that I'll show you the kitchen, you're welcome to prepare your own meal. You strike me as paranoid enough not to trust me to cook for you."