It's cold enough that she can see her exhale, a small cloud of mist joining the wisps of snow that twist in the wind. If she closes her eyes, she can almost pretend they are back in the City of Ice, except this is far from their dominion. The way her fire fizzled out only days ago a stark reminder of how this world changes the rules.

Makes them vulnerable.

The sky is steely and gray, just barely visible through the white that blasts around them. Emilia has experience gritting her teeth through this and pushing on, so that's what she does.

"Can you... sense anything?" she asks. He's a death lord, so.