[It's a simple matter of keeping the temperature up, really. And even as they make it to the inn, she lets the cloud of warmth linger a few moments while the receptionist attends to them.

She chuckles, though, at his comment, and even gives him a brief, one-armed squeeze.]

And I, you, my dear Masaomi. Though with how long it's been, I don't think I could really blame you if you did. [She raises one hand to her hair.] Goddess knows I've gotten enough curious questions on why my hair has gone white at so early an age...