In the meanwhile, Haurchefant wonders if it's warm enough. He watches the fire burn away at the logs within the fireplace, flickering and the cackling of ember on the wood.

By default, Haurchefant is being kind. For any signs of interests, he kept it in check. "No. If you meant my duties, you haven't. Do not worry. Time I could spare. I usually keep check of those who is serving with me and checking for deliveries and shipment and keep watch for monsters that tries to invade the camp."

If there is any hint, he was indulging her, even the slightest, "Let me know if you're colder still. I realize it might be harder for you to warm up. This weather can be hellish, even with for those with good circulation. At the end of the week, I usually go back home to Ishgard where it's much warmer within my father's manor."