"I am - " what would be a good thing to divert from everything that has been said, that would - merit them leaving. " - cold, actually. I am afraid we southerners aren't used to your northern winters."

This had to be winter, surely? She didn't care what anyone said to tell her different, this was utterly freezing. The clothes helped, certainly, but this would take some getting used to. In more than one way.

Granted there is an easy distraction with the clap of a hand, a raucous bit of laughter. "It's your wedding night, Lass, I am sure you won't be cold long, aye?"

She can't help, she flushes and immediately drops her gaze. Which earns yet more laughter. Swallowing dryly, trying not to think about the conversation they'd already had about that topic.