[Ianchus is in a similar situation--he got himself a few coats before they switched to the ice planet, but it's still...woefully inadequate. Ianchus' body may run warm, but that doesn't mean he gets to feel it.
So he's riffling through the shop, finding that all the clothing meant for the island is...not nearly adequate here. And then he turns, and gets a view of a young man in delightfully skin-tight clothes that do not look warm at all.
He blinks, and then sidles over with a politely interested smile. He taps the young man on the shoulder, then offers him the little bundle of cardigans he's holding. They're pretty thin, clearly more meant for their previous location.]
Are you, ah, looking for something to wear? Layering these helps. Somewhat. [Or maybe he's just good at imagining it helps.]
November 21
So he's riffling through the shop, finding that all the clothing meant for the island is...not nearly adequate here. And then he turns, and gets a view of a young man in delightfully skin-tight clothes that do not look warm at all.
He blinks, and then sidles over with a politely interested smile. He taps the young man on the shoulder, then offers him the little bundle of cardigans he's holding. They're pretty thin, clearly more meant for their previous location.]
Are you, ah, looking for something to wear? Layering these helps. Somewhat. [Or maybe he's just good at imagining it helps.]