He doesn't really answer her, but squares his shoulders, glances back her way with a sort of well what do you do-expression and then heads on.
Thankfully it really isn't a long ways away, and even if he notices her hurrying past the Burned Tower when they pass it, there's no incidents that force them to be out longer than necessary.
Which, in the end, is a good thing, because damn that weather was just ... unfriendly.
So he opens the door to the Inn with clear relief, holds it open for her and then steps inside, brushing snow off his coat and yeah, shivering a little.
Ugh.
"What a way to remind you you're alive."
It's more to himself than her, but hell, it applies.
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He doesn't really answer her, but squares his shoulders, glances back her way with a sort of well what do you do-expression and then heads on.
Thankfully it really isn't a long ways away, and even if he notices her hurrying past the Burned Tower when they pass it, there's no incidents that force them to be out longer than necessary.
Which, in the end, is a good thing, because damn that weather was just ... unfriendly.
So he opens the door to the Inn with clear relief, holds it open for her and then steps inside, brushing snow off his coat and yeah, shivering a little.
Ugh.
"What a way to remind you you're alive."
It's more to himself than her, but hell, it applies.