Too often for my taste. [Don't mind him, he hates this place -- most things about it anyway, he amends as his eyes flick towards her.]
[One of the logs in the fire rolls out of place, so Zelgadis sheds his towel so he can reach in bare-handed and put it back into place. It's hot enough to bother him a little, but it's not like his skin can burn, so while he's in there he arranges a few other logs into a pyramid for efficiency's sake. He's made a lot of fires in his day, and it does warm the rest of him up pretty well.]