( this isn't the first time thomas nightingale has been out in weather like this. he's taken the gear offered and is making good use of it and even now, trekking across the land, his movements are sure and mostly easy, his efficiency understated and quiet but undeniably there. he's making good progress, but he'll stop now and again to orient himself or to help someone who seems to be struggling along by offering a hand. even with the gloves on, there seems to be a warmth emanating from him that might explain why he isn't suffering the cold quite as much as everyone else.

magic space heater? well, he wouldn't put it in those terms but essentially, yes.

it reminds him of a number of things, this, not least of all germany during the war. that hadn't been quite as bad as this, but they'd all been exhausted enough at the time that it had felt even worse. at least this time, there isn't a price out on his head? and still, despite those thoughts, he'll offer only a crisp: ) All right?

( and, a beat later, ) I've some tea, if you'd like it. ( magically, it's still warm. )

( just the one open starter, but feel free to find nightingale also in the cantina, drinking beer and watching the sport. if anyone tries to get him involved in a wager, he'll probably say something terribly proper like "i'd prefer not to".

also!! I'm happy to write personalised starters for anyone, old and new cr alike. wanna share an igloo with him? accidentally get some of his thoughts in your ear? lmk )