Well, yeah, the snow has probably made him sick that's what the cold does. But Fíadh just lets that go, as he seems adamant about something while dragging his gloves off. So she stares and waits until he reveals an embroidered ribbon. Fíadh gently grasps it with her fingertips as she gazes over it wide-eyed. Delicately she runs her thumb over the figure of the horse, decided in her mind right now that obviously it's Lil' Gregor. It's probably a solid silent minute before she looks back to Faro.

"This is amazing."