At the moment, he relishes this strange warmth as a general effect of Mortanne's, figuring that perhaps it's from being so close to the source of such cold itself. A bit like going past the point of pain into numbness with frostbite, only significantly less lethal. It will not be until she is long gone that he will notice that something's happened. (Namely that he still has feeling in his ears.)

For now he settles. It's almost frightening, how easy it is. Now he really wishes he could sleep like this instead of fighting the sheets for over an hour at night.

"That's more than doable for me." And it makes him a little proud for deciding to gravesweep here and there on his own. "My other question is... what would you like to see in those places, from a friend? Should I simply talk about my day? Or something else?"