Now, in Nida's defense he was aware that snow had existed. And had seen it sometimes from the bridge of the Garden. Just hadn't, you know, been forced to deal with it like this. Still, he can't help but look up at Alister and he even managed a brief smirk. Which hurt almost immediately because the cold had more than chapped his lips raw.

"I'm pretty sure there aren't any bits I would want to lose," he countered as he tromped up the stairs. "Food almost sounds as good as fire. Almost."

Not his element. But he does make it all the way to the door before pausing to look back at the man, a curious tilt to his head. Should he ask? Would it be impolite? In this cold did he care?

"You can't tell me you're warm enough to just stay out here like this."