"Maker, do not remind me. I remember across the Frostbacks when I was barely fifteen. Up until then I had actually thought winters in Denerim were bad but that's rather mild compared to up here." Ciri grins a little, glancing up toward Skyhold. "Still, despite the cold, this place is worlds above Weisshaupt."

She's probably a little better at handling herself now compared to then and she wouldn't have to remain on edge so much. There was not (hopefully) anyone here that could threaten to bind any of them to some asshole darkspawn from the dawn of time.

"Sounds good, it would be nice not waking up in the middle of the night because my teeth are chattering"