She stays alert despite the fact that she's looking at the sky thoughtfully.

Te Chillsorrow manor lived up to it's name. The outside of the sprawling estate was blanketed in ice, the lawn frozen, the numerous thorn trees were encased in crystallized water. Inside wasn't much better. The stairways were slick, the floors resembled ice rinks, and the Summer fey's breaths hung in the air as they made their way through the frigid, narrow halls.

At least the servants were helpful, if extremely creepy: skeleton thin gnomes with pure white skin and long fingers glided around the house, not saying a word. Their pupil-less black eyes seemed too big for their faces, and they had the unnerving habit of staring at you mournfully, as if you had a fatal disease and were not long for the world.

Still, they welcomed them into the house, bowing respectfully to Ash, making him comfortable in one of the rooms. The biting chill didn't affect the Winter prince.

Inside the room where Ash sat on a bed, he was surrounded by ice gnomes. His shirt was off, showing his lean, muscular arms and chest. He was built more like a dancer or martial artist than a bodybuilder, the elegant frame hinting at a grace that a han simply could not match. His tousled black hair fell into his eyes and he absently raked it out of his face.

Lin doesn't say anything.

She looked around, having sewn a vine jacket together quickly and draped it over herself. She offers the others their own jackets, it kept her exceptionally warm.

The gnomes hand each of them a heavy quilt. Ash's ribs were just fine, but it was where Ironhorse's hooves had struck him that the gnomes were bandaging

She refuses the quilt, thanking them for offering.

Lin just sort of stands there.

"Hey," Puck said to Lin. "Not so convinced of my speech, huh?"

There was an angry black welt where metal had touched Ash. The flesh was blackened, looking burnt. The gnomes tugged the bandages tight, and he winced.

She stays quiet, which is an obvious yes.

She frowns, noticing it. She shakes her head, looking away. She looks out a window, glaring at the ground below. She absentmindedly played with a vine in her hand, twirling it around her hand as a snake would slither over one's hand.