[ He'd thought it was his imagination that something was at the door and had somewhat aimlessly glanced its way when the wind shakes it in its frame again, but Claude's attention is back on Wanda in an instant at her mention of this being familiar. In the weather alone, maybe, but a wry smile crosses his face at the idea of going out. ]

Don't worry, I wasn't planning on wandering around in that any longer than I had to. I'm just glad we got inside before it really picked up.

[ One more look towards the windows where snow and ice pelt against the glass, and then Claude focuses on taking off the heavy cloak while ignoring all those Faerghan details within it to hang it on the back of a nearby chair. Might as well get comfortable if they're going to be stuck here. ]

The worst we used to have in Derdriu was thunderstorms during summer months. It was always too warm in the winter for much snow, and what we had didn't stay for long. Blizzards like this were more suited to Faerghus, the kingdom nearby. Students from there used to tell us about the long hard winters and they sounded miserable.

[ Off come his gloves to tuck into the inner pockets of the cloak for safekeeping, but with that also comes Claude swallowing hard as the tiny mention of those winters brings what he's been trying to avoid back to mind once more. ]

They're... those faces I mentioned seeing. The people from Faerghus, they're some of them. [ For a long moment Claude keeps his gaze on the cloak like it'll clear his mind before he looks back Wanda's way. ] They died in the war, but the Horizon decided to bring me parts of their clothes in this outfit.