"A wimp and fluffy," Krem agreed. He splashed a bit more water toward Thomas, playful and teasing. "I'm losing my edge entirely. Going all kinds of soft and domestic."

He hummed a little, trying to imagine that if he'd grown up in some place like Nevarra or near the Hissing Wastes, if his distaste for the heat and appreciation for snow would be different.

"I think it comes down to the fact that there are seasons, though," Krem said with a smile. "If it was just cold and snowy all the time, eventually you'd get tired of that too."