He shook his head slightly. "No, not particularly. We're a bit weakened by it and more susceptible to hypothermia."
“And chilly fingers,” she said, nodding knowingly. “Elves aren’t great in the cold either. Or, at least, I’m not.”
"You might be able to keep yourself warm by using your energy to regulate your body temperature, but you'd have to pay close attention."
“Like... a headache and a little nauseous.” Her face paled and her eyes widened. “Maybe I’m pregnant.
The end of the scythe tapped the ground lightly as they went, and he was watching ahead. "I'm fine. Why do you ask?"
