"Guess you never did say that," Mesaraih said, grinning back at Ester. He splayed his arms out wide and shut his eyes tightly in a sort of grimace.<br/><br/>"Just don't make it hurt too much," he said a second after, opening one eye to look at Ester through his grimace. She was wrapping her cloak tighter around herself, visibly affected by the cold. He repositioned himself normally again after that.<br/><br/>Mesaraih's face turned serious when she said she was not interested in small talk, though only for a brief second. He opened his mouth to say something, but she surprised him by answering his question.<br/><br/>He made a mental note of her response, and didn't divulge in the fact that it was his favorite color as well. Mesaraih thought he was beginning to better understand the elf, but there was a lot about her that still mystified him.<br/><br/>"That's exactly what I can't figure out about you. Whether you're not interested in small talk, or talk at all, or if you maybe wouldn't even actually mind it if... well, never mind," he finished. He ran a finger over the greenstone absently, staring at it without really seeing it.<br/><br/>He looked up again after a moment and noticed how closely wrapped Ester had her cloak about her. "There might be extra blankets in the other houses," he pointed out.