While Era is bundled up and looking closer to a marshmallow than an Au Ra, Rose is perhaps even more scantily clad than usual. A black spaghetti strap tank-top and jean shorts that are so short they really have no right to be considered clothing at all is her outfit of choice today. The blond gives no indication that she feels any sort of chill whatsoever and that's because she doesn't. Being born of the eternal winter in the northern mountains, Rose was impervious to cold. Whereas Era thrived in warmer climates, Rose seemed to bloom in winter's heart.

"You sure you aren't cold-blooded?" she asks, quirking an eyebrow at the multiple layers Era has adorned in contrast. "The only people who dislike cold this much back home for me are the fire apparitions..."