You would've thought that they'd have at least invented cushions. [Sheryl says to Konoha, her voice huffy and her demeanor far from the dazzling idol.

She glances down at the bear pelt as Konoha tugs at it, and then up at her friend's face.] You'd really offer me that? Konoha, you're barely wearing anything warm enough as it is. Being self-sacrificing doesn't help anyone, you know.