"Honestly, he always had a fur collar, even in our home village." But wearing more fur tracks for him and she's hardly surprised to hear any of that.

She takes a deep breath to steady her nerves, taking it in. He's not... wrong, everyone is a mess in some way or form. Though she's fairly certain her situation is far from normal from most everyone else she's encountered thus far.

"Perhaps we should find some place warmer to continue this conversation? Somehow, I feel, you might want to know a little more than the surface level things I've told you before." And she would kill someone right now for a fire or something similar enough. "And I think a drink might be order, hm?"