Elbow-deep in her bag, Xio looks back far enough to hit Astrid with at least a sliver of the impressed skepticism on her face.

"Weren't you scared the snow would fall on you?"

Snow. How does it work. Surely putting fire under it would make it melt, and therefore...?

In the meantime she finds what she's looking for: a large silk scarf, a back-up for the one currently protecting her hair from the sun and drying wind. Dumping water from her waterskin onto it would be wasteful if they couldn't hop through the eluvian to get more soon, maybe, but they can, so it isn't.