[Good. He would definitely say something if she hadn't let him do something, however small.]

Sure.

[He steps over to do as she suggests, but he's also ready to step away once that's done and he's placed it on whatever manner of heating she's getting ready. Unlike him, she probably isn't nearly as dedicated to finding local magic-powered trinkets and gadgets that allow a kitchen to function without fire, and he'd really rather not trigger any of his own anxieties in someone else's house.

He suppresses a yawn, just barely.]

Ugh, I don't think I'll ever get used to how cold it can get here... I barely ever saw snow before I started getting thrown into other worlds.