"I can imagine." Lomea could have wrapped the forced around her like a cloak to stave off off some of the immediate effects of the cold for the time being. The Force itself could be cold, in the right hands.
"Precisely. Very many comfortable blankets." Lomea liked comfort. Her starship had been spartan at best but she'd replaced the terrible bed with one of her own choosing. "I brought you some kind of whiskey, and a kind of stew. It wasn't green and smelled fine, so I assumed it was palatable."
Elsa's sister seemed to be on her mind frequently. Lomea filed that information away.