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Bramimond leaned down towards Soren, his mind copying Anna's concern. "Are his clothes still wet? I have a Fire tome, I could use it to warm him up!" Bramimond reached out to check how he felt, to see if he was cold. He was practically frigid. He took out the Fire tome, and spoke words of nature's might. A ball of fire appeared in his hands, and he used it to try and warm Soren, but keeping it far enough away to not burn him.

"Zzz... hm? Whurrt?" Rhys mumbled, clearly sleepy. "Ehh... Host Cub'll... DO... something... haaah... if anyone wants't... sleep wi' me here... yer welcome t'... do... zzz..."

Rhys, not entirely in control of his tongue, fell back asleep.

Tibarn's eyes lit up with mirth at Ayra's behavior towards Lyre, and when her face moved down to his, he planted a kiss on Ayra's lips, murring softly as he pulled her down into his lap. "I can certainly think of a few--"

HRK-splattiktchaat.

Tibarn opened his eyes slowly, looking down at the mess. He honestly couldn't think of anything to say, except to squint and mutter, "Is that a hairball...?"

Walkin in, Bartre looked for a spot to warm up at. "Jeez this blizzard just had to happen."

She looked up at Tibarn.
"No... it's actually a slice of buttered toast and some herbal remedies from Rhys..."

Lyre didn't get hairballs... at least... not often. Really. She seemed rather calm, for being heavily insulted in front of a room full of people and then throwing up in said room of people. In fact, she even plucked the soiled blanket from Ayra with a nod. With that, she went upstairs, after a last turn of her head to inform them,

"I'll be in the shower."

Finn had been grateful to the young lady that would look after Prince Leaf. Most people would think him to be insane to leave a child at the hands of a stranger, but Finn didn't feel any malicious intent from the cyan-haired woman. Instead, he had hurried post-haste to the castle where there was said to be a major battle. But...

"Zzzz..."

How did he manage to pick up this strange fellow on his way?

Maybe not 'how' rather 'why'. Finn had found the man collapsed near the edge of the road. When he had approached him, the fellow had instantly gotten up, yelling some gibberish about food, then fallen to the ground again. Finn had given him some bread and water, and the man recovered inhumanely quickly. In the end, the man had followed him to the castle, but then the blizzard broke out... Luckily, they found a house, but the moment they came in...

"Zzzz..."

The man almost immediately fell asleep. He was now lying sprawled out on the floor in an almost bonebreaking manner. It was a miracle in itself that the man could sleep.

It seemed like he had met a troublesome person, but at least, for the first time for a while, Finn had met with a familiar face.

"It's a pleasure to see you again, Lady Ay-..."

His greeting was cut short by vomit and minor hysteria. Perhaps greeting her right now wasn't the best of timing.

"Hnh? Wha? Shower?" the jet-black haired man he had found mumbled, before falling back to sleep once again. Finn wasn't quite sure what to make of it...he just hoped he wouldn't regret it later.

Ed followed Aran's heels, bounding into the house. She whimpered and shook herself up, throwing snow in all directions, her tail throwing the door shut if no one had followed her. Ed immediately sat in the middle of the room and started scratching at her ear as though unaffected by the blizzard. But to tell the truth, that chill had really sunk through her fur.

She let off a whine as she itched, as though saying, "It's cold, man."

Ed stretched her jaws in a yawn after she was done and glanced at the others. Despite the blizzard she seemed fairly content to most almost everyone was here.

The key word being almost.

She hoped that those she did not see present were merely deeper within the hangout.