She's shivering a little, still, and he moves closer; he's rarely cold if he puts any effort into warming himself at all. "It's true," he says thoughtfully. "Depends on what you're looking to do, I suppose."

Aoife has a dignity to her as she talks about her family. He nods. "I don't know much about Cassandra, I have to admit. You'll have to tell me about her."

"Would you like to come inside while you dry off?" He gestures toward the house, a little ways further into the woods.