[As he listens to Sheena's words, Albert finds his attention drawn away to how Sheena uses the Filial magic to warm his hand. He snorts inwardly at the creative, if creative, use of the skill.]
Much more snow this year, then. [He glances towards the door, then back to Sheena as he flexes his warming hand.] ...My thanks.
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Much more snow this year, then. [He glances towards the door, then back to Sheena as he flexes his warming hand.] ...My thanks.