[ Having survived hostile environments similar to this, not to mention the fact that Servants don't tend to suffer from sickness, Marie is trying her best to maintain a calm and collected appearance despite being visibly worried about Kirishima's wellbeing. Her bleeding heart made it so she agreed to help the Prismals with whatever they needed them to do, and even now she doesn't regret the decision even for a second. But... she doesn't recall being told they were going to deal with a snowstorm in the middle of the forest, either.

The fire is nearly not enough to warm her up, let alone the poor boy who's visibly shaking to the bone. Marie quietly scoots closer to him, until their shoulders touch. The immediate stream of Chroma relieves her with few scattered licks of warmth over her skin. ]

Mon Dieu... with how advanced their technology is, I trusted them to at least predict the weather of this zone before sending us off.

[ She complains, icy breath puffing out of her pale lips. ]