A warming charm would be simple enough to create and she happened to have an amber stone within the hidden pocket of her gown which was the only stone warming charms stuck to. The pocket was hidden in the lining of her gown just below her waist. Impossible to notice unless you knew it was there. It was wear she kept the shielding charm hidden before she offered it to him.  “Perhaps you can take me to your market and I can find clothing that will suffice for now. Once I have recovered from my magically induced fatigue of course.”<br/><br/>Gwenevere stayed perfectly still as his hand gently wrapped around her slender neck. She knew he wasn’t planning to harm her, the look in his eyes was mere curiosity and it felt strangely intimate for that brief moment. “I’m so pleased to hear that I won’t need to be branded as though I’m a head of cattle.” She responded dryly. The auburn haired woman wasn’t pleased about the collar either but at least a collar could be removed, brands were far too permanent.<br/><br/>She moved to stand when he walked back to his throne. It was difficult and he knees threatened to give out but she managed to prevent it by steadying herself on the steps.  Gingerly she accepted her cloak and wrapped it back around her shoulders. “Food….would be welcomed at this point.” She admitted after a moment. “Handling raw elemental magic has nasty side effects. It why I require an outside source of energy for complicated magic.”<br/><br/>Now that they reached an agreement, she still had the same formal aloofness but it had softened somewhat. This was still a business arrangement, she needed his essence to maintain her magic and he needed her magic to take back the land that was stolen from him.  His home was large, far larger than the halls of the castle she spent her teen years wandering. Rough had cut stone naturally insulated all within against the mountain air. The lack of windows made it appear gloomy and dank but already it was preferable to the shining halls of the White City’s great spiraling towers.<br/><br/>“Do you have servants?” she asked. “I don’t see any walking the halls.” He was the mountain folk’s equivalent of a king. Surely he had servants to tend to him.