Ah, of course. He'd told her about this... Ragnarok, all the way back when they first met. Fimbulwinter was new, but- well, she could guess from the name.

But she's a little distracted by his hand rubbing at the scar. It... bothers her, and she can't even articulate why. The more obviously it bothers him, the more frustrating it becomes.

She very nearly snaps at him about it, but she manages to restrain the impulse and opts for a joke.

"Perhaps if you put on a shirt, the cold wouldn't bother it so much."

Hilarious, her.