They're cold shoulders, and Ellever is reminded just how much when Stone puts an arm around them. She's acclimating to the cold fast, as she always does, but to not have to do so would be great. So she nods.

"No complaints here," she chuckles, allowing herself to be guided.

Exploring is something that she'd tackle head-on and with gusto, of course, but maybe with a coat. Just maybe. She makes a note of the path and the other structures she can make out, clutching her lantern.

"Are we going to be able to fix the dock? Seems like something that we should probably... take care of, at some point."