"You've accepted your fate pretty quickly," she remarks with a laugh. "I'd have been worried if you kept complaining about it."

Removing her cloak and tossing it over his head, she figures it'll at least keep him from freezing to death before they get there. She's in a long-sleeved knit sweater underneath, so she'll be fine. "As for how, I think you've figured it out already. Unless you plan to bemoan that too?"