Snow, then more snow, and now sleet. Riza hated this kind of weather and was glad she had never been moved to the Northern outposts back home. However, it probably would have at least prepared her for this because, based on the visits she had made up there, it was nearly this cold all the time (if not colder). Due to this weather, Riza had not been making trips out to the fountain as often as she had before. She made a point of coming by once a day, seeing if her timing was right, and then trekking back to the Inn for warmth and company. Most days were a bust of course, but at least it broke up the monotony of staying indoors all the time.

Riza looked over the fountain and the undisturbed snow. Once again, there was no one there, and it felt like another wasted trip. Her breath puffed out as a cloud as she turned to head back. She was a few feet away when she heard the sound of a splash and someone calling out.

Well, talk about timing.

The woman turned around and almost missed him, the white of his scrubs blending in pretty well with the surroundings. Then again, if she were just in her grey scrubs she'd probably blend in as well. Fortunately, she'd taken to wearing as many layers as she could when making these treks out -- the backpack having come with a coat, long johns, overalls, and wool socks. It helped, but she couldn't imagine how cold it must be soaked in water and wearing nothing but thin, white scrubs. But, hey, Riza was a practical kind of woman and that was why every time she visited the fountain she came prepared with a large towel and a blanket to boot.

She had crossed the distance between them, pulling her backpack off her shoulder, "Hello? I don't mean to rush you into this, but you might like these." She held the towel and blanket out as a peace offering. "