Enoch peers out of the trapdoor, stretching himself up as tall as he can without becoming too unstable to stay upright. It's not unlike stretching his arms to pull himself up, except it's his neck. Or not his neck. He still doesn't really understand and maybe it's best he doesn't try for now.

"Not at all. Well, I didn't feel cold in the first place, so I can't judge it, myself. We're...in the large house near Kesara's tunnels. We could move further along the tunnels or we could try from here. If the cold doesn't affect us it shouldn't make much difference, should it?"