Raylan stayed where he was, staring up as he weighed it. Doc and Malcolm's conversations about him and his inclination for this type of weather were right; he did not enjoy it, anything about it, with exception to hot cocoa maybe. He even tried to pull his jacket a little tighter around himself, only to bare a little more of his back to the cold air.

He let out an uneven sigh, half shivering with it and relented with a rough note from the back of his throat as he toed off his boots. They clattered one after the other and Raylan pushed up to crawl up on the bed with a gruff 'Move over then,' dropping into the bed with a shiver as he curled himself up a little.

"Pillows nicer up here anyway." Sure. That was the reason he came up here. For the pillow.