"...I do? What did I say?"

"'Fruit sky winter'," he quotes.

"...That doesn't even make sense," she complains.

"No," he agrees. "It does not."

"Weird," she mutters. And she breathes in air and breathes it out as visible fog. "Well. It's still frigid in here but at least you're warm." She snuggles up comfortably.

He starts purring again.

"You're liable to send me right back to sleep," she yawns. "You sure purr a lot."

"Food tastes better when you're starving," he says.

"...That's a common saying, yes, do you just mean it's been a long time since you got to hug anybody and now it's a big deal?"

He nods his large fluffy head.

"Aww." Snuggle.

Purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrsnugglesnugglepurr.

This time he manages not to laugh.

She naps for about an hour. During that time, the air starts to warm, and she unconsciously wriggles, trying to divest herself of her blanket.

That lets her get the blanket off, but then apparently she's too cold; still asleep, she wraps her now-free arms around him and settles in closer.

Eventually she wakes up. She yawns. "Is it just me or is it warmer in here?" she asks.

"It's not just you," he says.

"Here's hoping that's the only trick up its sleeve." She slides out of his lap. "Maybe it'll give me a longer dress now. And then I can just keep it on until I'm satisfied that's the last time the castle pulls this." She runs up to her room to check.

There is indeed a selection of warmer dresses available.

Excellent. She changes out of her three summery ones and comes back downstairs in a nice burgundy number, ankle- and wrist-length. And she sets about reading. "I'm sorry if any of how I reacted to that was - rude, or callous, or something," she says.