Snuggle. Extremely snuggle.

Nona shivers and snuggles up closer.

This does not really help. Etty is herself rather chilly right now, and doesn't seem to notice.

"You're cold," Nona complains.

"I am? That's weird. I don't feel cold. To me anyway."

"You feel cold to me," she says, shivering.

"...If I have an aura of cold, is that going to be a problem?" Etty asks, pausing her channeling. "It's not supposed to be inconvenient, it shouldn't hurt you..."

"It doesn't hurt, it's just - not snuggly."

"Maybe it'll - get - snugglier? I can withdraw it for now." The cold sucks away and the room is back to normal, and so is Etty.

"Much better," says Nona, hugging her. "I love you."

Mmmmm.

"Is that exactly what you want to be doing right now?" says Nona. "It's not what I want to be doing right now."

"Oh, is that so."

Predictably enough, Glass diagnoses her with an aura of cold. "It's developed enough now that it should behave itself with people you're close to, though, and shouldn't actually harm anyone you don't want to hurt. I'm not sure what this other part does - I'm getting better at interpretations but still... It looks like a cross between Aurora and Kerron, so I guess it's something like detecting other people's intentions? Are you getting anything like that - let it out?"

Etty lets her aura out. (Humidity crystallizes around her; frost gathers on her skin and snowflakes adorn her hair and eyelashes, and in the white feather dress she looks like some kind of ice-spirit.) "...Yeah. Kind of - I can't tell exactly what either of you want, but I can tell that you aren't set up to be in my way?"

Etty withdraws her aura. The frost disappears in a burst of mist. She puts it back; frost draws itself back on both of them. She takes a step back. Nona's melts; Etty's stays.

"I'm all slushy," giggles Nona.