"Oh, hardy-har-har, my sides are gonna split from laughing so hard," Leah scoffed, giving Jon a punch on the shoulder that was mostly playful. "I think can handle not climbing the like three-hundred mile-high sheet of ice so long as there's open space on the side of it I'm on. It's this damned ceiling that's starting to get to me."

She made a sympathetic noise and gave Ghost a quick pet. "Yeah, you know what it's like, don't ya, bud. Come on, let's go get some snow between our toes and bag you an elk, or whatever the Westeros equivalent is."

Leah was only wearing her usual ensemble of a tatty pair of shorts and a t-shirt, but she didn't seem concerned, as her temperature ran a nice toasty one-oh-seven and never seemed to drop. She'd never tested it personally, but Jacob had spent some time up in Canada while he was mooning over Bella, and he'd handled the cold just fine.