Nodding, Korrin grips her staff in one hand and reaches for her spirit blade hilt with the other. She doesn't activate it yet, of course, but whatever this is won't catch her off-guard. "...I believe it, it's feeling colder as we go. That can't be just me, right?" Korrin knows she complains about the cold where it exists, but to suddenly be hit with it a few feet away from where they were talking is different.