Jin Guangyao settles down next to him when the fire was roaring high enough. He wondered if there will ever be a day when he didn't feel so exhausted and fractured as he did. At least he was no longer smiling. That facade was a hard one to keep a hold of and Nie Huaisang knew who he was already. What would be the point?

As the room began to warm up he shifted out of the overcoat, only wearing the simple robes he had been given underneath. The coat was puffy enough it would make a suitable bed to sleep on if he curled in his legs. He was glad for the thick socks they had given him. The fox motif on them was rather cute.

"It is good for now. A place to plan for what to do here at least. I noticed that as well. I think there may be some metal cups and a pot in there as well. Perhaps we can take melt some of the snow outside and use the dried vegetables and meat to make a soup in a bit. We can probably hunt for some things if we can get some supplies. the waters probably have fish as well...

I'm certain we can. But we might need to trade for them. Labor is probably the easiest thing to trade since we do not really have much else." This type of living was not something he has ever forgotten how to do, even after 15 years in Lanling.

"We'll survive at least."