[For a second, IV wonders about her dream. He misses that small window of timing to pursue the subject, though, once the storm comes back into the conversation. He's cold all over again as he looks back to the frosted window. Later.
He'll ask later. Dreams are important.]
The storm . . . it's still showing no signs of letting up.
no subject
He'll ask later. Dreams are important.]
The storm . . . it's still showing no signs of letting up.