[The change in warmth was pleasant for Ashura. Being of fire, heat was natural for him and even soothing. He was out enjoying it when he spotted Conrad, and his mind registered it had been awhile since he had spoken to him and, by connection, Wolfram. He would need to correct that, but for now he would tend to this oversight.
He comes over, a soft smile on his face, dressed in bright reds and gold to honor the heat.]