Felih is still not impressed- if anything, he has more reasons to think of Garlemald as an icy hell. But he does take to warming Hades' clothes, making sure they'll be toasty and dry for when his mate finally comes out of the stream.

His ears perk up when he hears the man approaching, and he huffs softly before trotting to meet him, clothes in hand. "I don't care what torture they put you through in Garlemald," he murmurs, "I would rather not see you putting your body at risk like that."

He offers Hades the warm clothes, clearly antsy about the man being in nothing but a towel in the cold and snow. "And I know you're big, darling, but 'tis hardly something that all your layers of clothing wouldn't hide." He says it without any shame or hesitation whatsoever.