sometimes quiet is violent

Clouse was clearly listening attentively to each word Avella said. Every little bit of information chipped away at the fog-of-war that was his lapse in knowledge and life experience, helping to make the coming Winter seem just a little less scary and intimidating. He remembered the thing about the plants from his many questions and concerns when fall first turned back on their home continent. The flora withering rapidly had thoroughly alarmed him, but that had only led to a conversation just like this.

'Follow the herds' sounded like the best choice to him, but he did not interrupt his cousin to say so, and that was good because she added another consideration: it sounded as though travel would be dangerous or otherwise difficult.

"Why do we gotta be careful? Wet n' cold don't hurt, right?"

It sounded super uncomfortable to Clouse, sure, but he'd never considered what happened when it got to be too cold or even too hot.