Moana hadn't dared to step outside of the inn today. She had found a seat next to the fire early in the morning and then watched as people slowly milled about the main room. Only a few braved the outside and Moana felt herself huddling closer to the fire whenever the door open and cold swept through the room. It was crazy to go outside in this storm.

She watched as Benedict stepped back inside, her dark eyes noting the way that his lips trembled from the cold. He vanished briefly, reappearing with a blanket wrapped tightly around his shoulders. As he stepped towards the fire, Moana shifted and moved out of the way to give him space.

"They stay inside?" It was posed as a question because Moana didn't have an answer for him. She didn't live in a climate that neared these temperatures, nor did she wish too.

She really hated the cold.