"Oh, sure, rub it in," she says to him, but she says that with a little laugh. It makes her pretty furious, honestly, when people give her shit for being small or cute or something like that. The dwarva are smaller than others in Thedas, sure, but that doesn't make them a joke or funny; they're a people with a long history that's complicated and horrible and proud, and a culture that's a mix of wretchedness and beauty. So it's a little enraging when it just turns into people having a laugh because dwarves are small. But this man doesn't seem to be mocking her at all, doesn't seem to be sneering at her size - and he doesn't seem like he makes a lot of jokes, besides, and she'd like to encourage a sense of humor. So she isn't a bit offended.

And she moves in a little bit closer, nestling down close enough to absorb a bit of warmth from him.

"Are you used to these sorts of winters?"