[ Deserts and heat, huh? The country that Ernesto had come from was a balmier sort of heat than that, but he had always wanted to visit a desert at some point. They have a certain grandeur to them at a glance.

The question gets a tiny nod along with his smile this time. ]

You've already got me figured out, Ms. Akua.

[ He shifts how he's sitting, curling in on himself a little now that they're drawing attention to the cold. ]

Sun suits me better anyway. I can't imagine being attached to the power of Winter myself, though I admit I'm not entirely sure what that means.