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Pygmalion admired her spirit, at least. He, too, was of the mind that she probably was not suited to the north, but hey—a quick trip there and back might be possible for her. If ye go in the summer, ye might be able to stand it, he responded, smiling. That's when it's not too cold. Feels kind of like this, actually.

The man grimaced at Ibis, thinking now of the southern climate. Does it get verra hot here? he asked warily. I might have to migrate back, fer a while, when summer comes. Dinna ken if I could handle the heat.

Unless his plush coat thinned considerably, he knew quite well that he couldn't handle the heat. He wasn't about to go dashing Ibis's hopes that he'd stay for good, though. Not that he wanted to leave. . . 

Would Bhediya come with? Certainly not—with that coat of hers, she'd be miserable back in his home.