"No need to get decadent," he teases, stroking his fingers over the back of Bertolt's neck again.

If Bertolt is joking with him again, then he must be feeling better. Good. Which probably means they can head back to the camp. Not that they are really far away, still within sight, but it is still a few more meters. "Come on, lets head back. You should try and get a little more sleep."