[Gellert wouldn't say he was used to the cold, but from where he was from it wasn't something unusual to have the bundle up for a day's work. As always, he tried to come prepared despite the circumstances. In this dratted little cabin all they had was a fireplace that was just barely sparking in Gellert's opinion. The heat that was radiating off it was not adequate for two people. Now that the sun was set, it was only going to get colder.

He wrapped himself in his long cloak trying to keep his own heat for himself. If he could skirt off the cold he didn't care if his partner if that's what he wanted to call him turned into a Popsicle. But he was still trembling with the cold, his hands that were not covered so he could use them for his work becoming slowly more frozen by each passing moment.]

There needs to be a better spell to heat such a small cabin as this.

[His words were more of an announcement, a proclamation than just a mere suggestion.]