"I don't think I know how to use skis, either," the Soldier admits, giving an approving nod as Sora settles some. "I just trudge around." And they're heavy, given all the metal. It's mostly just careful clearing of snow on their route, watching where they put their feet, and plowing through on sheer superserum power. "It'll be all right. It's not like there's room in the village anymore."

They look skyward, amused. "Link in our bathtub."