Felih giggles slightly as he witnesses his mate's attempts to keep himself covered. "Darling, is there much a point in hiding from me?" he chirps softly, now quite glad that he'd set to warming Hades' clothes during the wait. At least it means that he'll have toasty clothes to slip into now, to help him recover from the dip in freezing waters.

"And you were shot with an arrow, then... that would explain it," he muses, raising a brow. He remembers a point Zidane brought up, and then asks, "Love, if you're used to the cold, would such a dip into the river even assist with your 'little' problem?"