At his greeting, a light breeze comes by; strange for an area that doesn't get them much, and stranger too for the warmth in it. It tingles against the skin, but the heat is a soft one, like a sun than the fire of a bonfire.

Then - an energy touching his shoulder, a few pats. That tingling again.

(It's how some of the outsiders greet each other, the statue has come to presume.)