"I'd call up a blizzard," Daylen says softly -- crouched in front of Hermione and concern pinching his features, "but I suspect that might be overkill, as they call it. Here." He holds a hand to a container of water, forces a little icy coldness into it and holds it out to her. "Best I can do, I'm afraid. It can't be far to this place now. Shall we press on in the hope of finding it, or would you prefer to find some shade for a little while?"