He stands there for a moment, enjoying the hot drink now that it wasn't cooking his tongue - and giving the bonfire an opportunity to dry up his clothing a bit. He's pretty sure he's got snow in his scout hood, but there would just be more in it soon.

Listening to Korrin, he can't help grinning a bit. He never did sledding as a little kid, as Rivain wasn't exactly known for their snow - but a few winters in Ferelden and you had to sled or die in some cases.

Like when running from the guards down a snowy rooftop.

Putting the empty cup down, he stretches a bit and then pumps himself up for sledding. "Alright, lets do this!"