Axel's not sure putting a flame inside your shirt would be a good idea anyway, even if it's a magic one, but he's glad to help, either way. After what Riku had done for Naminé, Axel kind of feels like he owes him a little, at the very least. Either way, he doesn't want him to freeze to death.

He trudges alongside him, bothered less by the temperature and more by the driving wind that makes his exposed nose and ears sting, and he hunches his shoulders a bit.

"Guess you never got any snow on the islands, didja?" he asks conversationally. "We got snow in Radiant Garden sometimes, but... nothing like this."