They've got a tourist resort that's worth building a town around, and make money on that slope all year round. There's places worse off than this.

[It's an idea though. A good one and a thoughtful one as well. There are places worse off, but Nier's right. This place had been kind to him, and it was his prerogative to pay it back.

There's also some chocobo tracks southeast too, so perhaps they could make extra money doing that as well as seeing to their needs by raising other animals. That is, if they could keep the monsters away. He seems to consider Nier's statement, nodding his head slightly in agreement.

When Nier's fingers move around his wrist, he keeps his gaze levelled at his eyes, but silently steps forward. Again, he's unsure. Something in him tells him not to get close- not to get attached. But what he wants drowns out any form of self-defence his brain throws out at him. It rages, silently, in his head, but he swallows it, pressing the (relative) warmth of the inside of his wrist- sinew and tendon, vein and artery, against Nier's own. And he tilts his head upward, again, breathing warm air against the other's jerkin.

And his response is mumbled.]

Thanks.

[And.]

Where you're from- does it snow?