Verdant Basin Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place

When cold is gnawing around your fingertips and it feels that the air you have exhaled freezes the moment it leaves your nostrils, the last thing one has in mind, is exchanging pleasantries or even returning a greeting. However, Wraen stopped, squinted her eyes to locate the person, who had called out to her, all the while shifting from one foot to the other, to avoid freezing them to the ground. 

Eventually she caught sight of a dark figure in the vicinity - she turned to face him. "Hi!" she called back and waiting for him to approach.