I'd say it was weather better suited to the Feywild, but it's not even as mercurial as that. [a shrug] There's not much about this place that's natural, not as we'd know it otherwise.

After what we've all just been through, I think I'd be more worried if you were dancing and cheery. [her tone sobers a bit] It's not weird at all.

[ She watches him scoot closer, and as she does so, she unfurls something from her shoulders; a blanket she'd borrowed from the temple. She's warm enough against Trinket behind and the fire ahead, so if he wants to use that, she'll pretend not to notice if that makes him feel better. ]