"Oh," Lucia came down closer to Rob, hovering just in front of his nose, which she reached out and patted gently. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring you pain." Her voice was still small and hard to hear, but she did sound mostly sincere. She could see that her ice had caused him discomfort, even anger, and even though she had sapped warmth from his skin, it made her feel sad that he was no longer happy like she had been.
"I like warm," Lucia informed Rob, wrapping her arms around herself and spinning in a circle. "It's very different and nice. Not a thing my kind can make. Only ice for us. Ice and to grow flowers on the mountain! Primrose. Prim prim primrose."
Lucia chatted away, her sing-song voice making lyrical haiku's in seemingly nonsense order.