Good. She didn't try to question it too much. More convenient for him. Hieta blinked when she mentioned the temperature, a brow rising in confusion. They did just establish that he was dead. "I could not tell it was really cold..." His voice trailed off, for reasons he was unsure of, but while he knew the signs of what 'cold' meant and what exactly 'winter' had - the snow covering the ground, the trees without any leaves and looking as though they would snap in half any second, people wearing heavier clothing - all of those sorts of things. But if someone asked him if he could remember what it was like to be cold, he wouldn't be able to answer. Maybe he would've gotten sick, maybe he would've taken a sip of hot chocolate and stuck by the fireplace, or maybe he would've been layered with more clothes than he could breathe in. But he didn't remember what any of that was like.
What was it like?
Never mind. It wasn't anything he should think about it. Not like he could change it, even if he wanted to.
Iovita had been trembling from where she was - most likely to try and prevent herself from freezing over, if he had to take a wager, - and walked away from the frozen lake surface and towards the school. While the cold never really bothered him anyway, dawn was nigh and heading back to complete the day's work of worth early sounded ideal. Taking a stop by the office didn't sound too bad either, to drop off the gun he collected. For a few moments, Hieta considered perhaps escorting the Winter student back to her dorms, but on second thought, while he was serious about keeping her company at night, he had exhausted his desire to socialize for the rest of the night. Tomorrow then. She wouldn't mind him randomly showing up in her dorm when it grew dark. She should expect it.
"See you later."
