That made Stella pause and think. Was it really that bad? Before she can answer, Dagger comes back into the cave. She nods to show that she had heard him. "The cold doesn't bother him. He can't get sick from it so he pays no mind to it." Stella shivered. He had been unable to feel the rain, the sun, the wind, much of anything on his skin for four years. When they got a private moment together she would apologize for his imprisonment, but that would hardly but a scratch in making up for it. Her stomach growling pauses those thoughts. She hopes that whatever Dagger drinks from would make a good meal from them as well. It would take her a little bit of time to skin and clean the thing but it would be well worth the wait.