If he looked carefully, the gloves might have been the only part of her outfit that was truly that bundled. Her dress, while it covered her skin entirely, was not a heavy winter one. When she breathed, there was no mist that formed in her wake. She looked back at him for a moment before unfastening the cloak over her dress and offering it to him.

"I should do something about the temperature in here," she said in an apologetic tone. As she turned, her hands moved in front of her and she focused, breathing in and out slowly. When she did the air temperature started to settle, to warm noticeably and some of the frost that rimmed the pillars faded a little.

"That should help." Turning back, she shook her head. "Go ahead and use my cloak in the meantime. It is taking time to get used to this."