Ha, this doesn't exactly do the kind of herding you're thinking of, trust me. [If the wind had anything to say about it. Though the idea of him caring for sheep or something of the sort is pretty amusing. An odd occupation he almost wonders could be possible, considering how he'd woken up.

But it's a thought that quickly floats away upon being asked the question. Aren't you cold. A small chuckle chokes out at the irony before giving an exaggerated shiver and bracing himself into a hug to rub roughly at his arms.]

Oh, yeah, absolutely freezing! It's completely unbearable! [Staff still in hand, it gives it a light swing to tap the leg of the table, prompting frost to trace upwards and along the edges.]