The Chillsorrow manor lived up to its name. The outside of the sprawling estate was blanketed in ice, the lawn was 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 breath 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, long fingers glided silently 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, and the servants offered the girls each a heavy quilt and padded off without a word.

Isiea gives her quilt to Ares. The cold feels good on the burns, even if it doesn't help much.

Lise took the quilt and wrapped it around herself, although her biggest concern with the cold was getting frostbite on her fingers and toes, along with her ears.

The room where Ash sat on a bed surrounded by ice gnomes was inconveniently near. 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 a human simply could not match. His tousled black hair fell into his eyes, and he absently raked it out of his face.

Isiea ignores that. Mostly. She goes over to him, clinging to Ares. "My legs need medical attention." She points out tonelessly.

Lise walked past the bedroom while trying to explore the house, but she ignores both him and Isiea.

Ash glanced up as Isiea approached. A pair of gnomes were wrapping his torso in bandages, but above his stomach, they could see an angry black welt. The gnomes were silent

"I literally can't walk. That's not exactly good." She rolls her eyes.

The gnomes tugged the bandages tight, and he winced before rising gracefully to his feet, scattering gnomes. He ordered them to tend to Isiea before beginning to leave.

She stands still as much as she can, though that's kinda difficult since she can't stand on her own.