"I do, too," the Soldier agrees in a barely-audible mutter. Then they huff a breath against the stupid scarf, and start trudging out into the dark swirl of wind and snow, orienting off the building and their clear memory of where to go, at what angle, for how many steps to get back to the village. Otherwise getting back might be tricky.

Sora is automatically put into the space just behind and to their right, blocking the worst of the wind with their own much larger body.