"Good news, I have absolutely no idea what a Fereldan means," Nida let himself chuckle as he headed through the door, rubbing his hands up and down his arms the whole time. "Know what dogs are, though. So allergic that they really aren't nearly as adorable as everyone things."

Blessing to whatever god anyone wanted to worship, it was warm in here. Almost immediately Nida found himself slogging toward the fireplace. Could he possibly just lay down here and not get up? Someone send a message to Squall, he's died and gone to heaven, he won't be reporting in for duty anymore. Who knew heat could be so good?

"I'm from a more or less tropical area. The 'winter' for me was usually something like 'oh maybe it will get down to forty, better have wood chopped.' At least, that's what it was like when I was a kid."

Strangely enough he almost connected with those memories more now. They were still gone, but he knew enough of the general shape of them to think his life now fit in a bit better with who he had been before Garden. For instance, in Garden he'd be encouraged to head right up to his room, strip off his wet clothes, and immediately replace them with warm ones. Right now he was more content to bask in the fire's presence.