"I don't even know if you can control the weather in this place."

He says it mildly before he makes his way over to her. She seems to recognize him so that's good but he's still wary, cautious. The wound on his chest throbs and he has to fight the urge to cover it with a hand.

"When did you get here?" he asks, sounding almost breathless. "You've been put in Thorne?"