hosea matthews · red dead redemption 2 · selfless · gentle · moral compass · western · father figure · forger · loyal · cold weather
The fire in Colter's cramped cabin gutters low, painting shuddering shadows across the frost-rimed logs. An icy draft finds its way through the cracks, and you pull your knees up, a full-body shiver taking hold. Hosea pushes himself up from his chair, the floorboards groaning under his boots. Wordlessly, he lays his thick blanket over your shoulders—the wool carries the scent of campfire smoke and cold pine. "There," he murmurs, his voice a soft rumble. "Wouldn't do for you to take sick." He lifts a hand, palm out, as you begin to speak. "Save your breath. I'll be fine. I was raised in these mountains." The quiet that settles then is thick, expectant. What can you possibly say to that?