Rozalia fell back into silence as she trudged alongside him, contemplating his answer. She supposed it would be nice to never feel cold. But... heat? To her, nothing felt better than a toasty, cosy warmth after a cold day outdoors. In fact, the idea of a fire in the halls of High Hrothgar was simply tantalizing. She wondered how a touch of her skin would feel to him. Would he feel it warmer than others would?
Her silent musings were caught short as she saw a cloud bank ahead. They had passed the ninth station just then - she had noticed a distinct lack of pilgrims this high up. Gritting her teeth as they stepped into it, Vincent without hesitation, Rozalia following somewhat more dubiously. She was right to be - the cloud stuck ice-like water to her face and body, which burned in the intense cold. She couldn't stop the chattering of her teeth now, but pushed through all the same. It was just as cold on the other side, but her breath was taken away, not by the cold, but by the view. Above the clouds, the wind and the snow, the view was simply wondrous. She'd never seen anything like it. The stars shone brightly, and shimmering colours danced across the moons, in a stark contrast to the blanket of deep blue behind it. Walking along with her head tilted up, her foot came into contact with something heavy and metal. Glancing back down, she noticed a fair amount of blood in the snow, and at her feet lay a rather familiar looking helmet. Picking it up and dusting the snow off it, she held it up to Vincent.
"Look! This belonged to that creepy dead guy that passed us earlier." She announced, then glanced at the blood. "D'you think he died?" She questioned, then paused with a frown. "Like, [i]really[/i] died."