[He stops rolling the huge wooden tub with just minimal effort.]

Just a few.

[He turns and smiles at his friend. He knows the gesture is essentially never mirrored, but that hasn't stopped in him ten years.]

I thought that I would pay Yenh a visit, that we might heal our wind-burned skin and ensure that she is in good health. The falling snow worries me. It reminds me of those bleakly quiet days after the calamity when Ishgard was blanketed in white. It sounds as if the people here have a method to deal with it, and we have no choice but to trust it.