His eyebrows shot up, forehead wrinkling as he chuckled, a gentle amusement.

"Well, Sandy is right, lots'a bad things can happen if ya get too cold, but generally speakin', it's got to be a heck of a lot colder than this."

Crouching beside the window, he held up his hands for her to see: a little cold to the touch, but still pink and healthy.

"See," he smiled, giving his fingers a wriggle for her, "right as rain."