She giggled a little, her hand absentmindedly finding his. “Springtime in the grasslands,” she replied, looking around thoughtfully. “Summers in the mountains and winters by oasises. We’re originally a nomadic species.”
“It doesn’t have to be,” she replied stiffly. “We stopped being nomadic a long time ago. Now we mostly stay in the hills and the plains. Like where you found me. We’re better than demons; they just go and hide in the hottest spaces on the planet because they can’t handle a little bit of cold.”
He laughed out, ruffling her hair again. "Ouch. Sounds like I struck the wrong chord about this, huh?"
She glowered at him playfully, looking up at him. She leaned into his touch involuntarily, but she didn’t even seem to notice it. “When you almost freeze to death, you let me know how ambivalent you are about temperature.”
"I'm not secretive nor quiet as to how much distaste I hold for the cold," he replied easily. "Besides, life at the kingdoms isn't necessarily perfect demon weather either."
She looked over at him. “That’s right. You must’ve been cold under there,” she said gently, her softer side returning. “I’m glad you’re back in a place where you feel comfortable.”
He gave her a small smile. "Thanks. I'm sure Ozepan will work well for you, since you can cool off in the water a bit."
Her hand had come up to rest on his back, but it fell as she laughed a little. “That is if I don’t drown first.”
"I'm sure it's shallow enough by the shore," he said with a small laugh, looking down at her curiously. "You'll live."
“I don’t have anything to swim in, though,” she said, looking up at him. She frowned a little before brightening. “Is it socially acceptable to swim in clothing?”
"Wearing all your clothes definitely won't help you swim," he informed her. "Maybe we'll find proper attire there."
