Wembley didn't answer straightaway, because he didn't like the answer he had to offer. But after a moment, he looked down and admitted, "I'm getting kind of sleepy, Gobo."

It was the darkened sky doing it to him, he knew that. He also knew that falling asleep in the snow wouldn't end well. But he (literally, physically) shook it off, glancing at Gobo. "What about you? Are you okay?"