“I am much bigger than that, Sae.” He said shaking his head at her. He did not need a womans worry, though he knew it was their nature. He could handle himself, he had been in many a situation, and most with his younger brother at his side (which always meant there was some sort of trouble to be brewing), or worse Godric. “I am very much a man, and have very much my own abilities now.” Though he still believed he could have handled himself at seven if he’d been left to his own devices anyway.
He let out a barking laugh when she mentioned the cold. “This is hardly winter.” He told her with a bit of a twinkle. “In Uppsala, it would get so cold that even the gods dare not venture from their hearth. So cold that the dead stay put, their splintered teeth chattering. This. This is nothing. I welcome the cold.”