King Elk Forest and in the winter night sky ships are sailing

a smile fleetingly turns his lips, glad to hear she's recovering well enough. it turns into a slightly knowing laugh as anatha illuminates that queenie's taken her under her wing. her little plan to turn them all into ferocious warriors (or at least mediocre self-defenders) seems to be working well. "i'm glad to hear it," delight tells her genuinely, noting the way she shivers. "do you want to find somewhere to get out of the cold?" he asks, a touch concerned -- being out in the cold like this can't be good for her if she's all shivery and he doesn't want to force her to stick out in the wind just to catch up with him.