[Kit's smile, even if it's only audible, salves the ragged ends of his nerves, and he lets go of tension he hadn't even realized his shoulders were holding. What tasks? Anything he ought to be attending to can go fuck itself for a little while longer.]

Hot. Which you wouldn't think would be a bad thing; you know how cold Myr and I get down south, but it's the damp kind of hot. It feels like the inside of a gurgut. I'd rather be freezing in Kirkwall and have you keeping the bed warm.

Is it freezing in Kirkwall?