Atticus ends up half-buried in the snow, but on the bright side, he doesn't feel nearly as cold as he had before. He thinks maybe it's because the chasm walls block the wind. He also smells something...off, and wonders if there's a dead animal nearby.

When he pulls himself out of the drift, he turns to R and frowns. "Fuck...are you okay, man? Your arm..."

He's got some scrapes and bruises himself, but nothing too serious.