She nodded about her skin. "The Neversummer lands have constantly weak sunlight and the patrols sweep here for months. And slowing one's pulse pushes less blood around, wastes less heat," she explained and looked at him to not smirk. He steamed in the cold, very intimidating, but she knew it made him cranky. Better find him a fight and soon. "Use your iron weapons, they have the old weakness against that metal. And illusions are their strengths, manipulating magic around them and their enemies."