[ He understood some type of school-relation to the word, but he hums as she explains, not knowing how it even worked outside of that context, eventually nodding. ]

I get it! ... back home, we'd just call him a nice guy!

[ He says it lightheartedly, grinning playfully a little afterwards. You learn new things everyday. ]

Thanks! Ah... feels like this ice is gonna be the bad kind, huh? [ Whatever else he might have to say about the rituals or the Arehtei, Red's steps slow with his attention caught by what's ahead. They're some hundred yards from the ice now, but the feeling, like a tug of a wanting love comes from that frozen wall ahead of them. Noise of jackhammers ring at his ears, the flow of fire, but there's enough room to work into portions for them. Brow pulled and mouth pinched, he holds the blow torch close to him as he moves a hand down near his waist, around the band of his jacket where he keeps it as he looks to the girl. ]

Hey, are you okay with dragons?

[ there's only one right answer fyi. ]