"It probably will," Sina said with a sigh, looking around them at the perpetually frosty grounds. "Not only are we in the mountains, but we're in Ferelden, which isn't known for its balmy weather." She grinned, and rooted through her basket, looking for something. "The Free Marches get cold too, but at least where my clan usually wanders we're closer to sea level."

She withdrew a small packet marked 'tea - restful sleep', and offered it out to Araceli. "All kinds of herbs," she belatedly answered, "but mostly for medicines and teas, wherever they're needed." She rested her hand in the basket again. "...some like to smoke them, but I won't supply that." She had more important things to do, as, she snootily believed, did they all.