So her dreaming through the storm was not as odd as she thought. While she dreamed, this was different, something she had not anticipated and it has shaken her to her core. She half wished the voice in her dream was the Pale King - at least then she would feel there would be reason, but her mother...

She glances at her hands, then back up to Bigby.

"Yes." She admits. "It was not cold outside today." Which is surprising to her considering she's been struggling to stay warm. They all have, and while they've combated it with clothing and fire, she wonders how much of the warm cloth she would need any more or if she could return to her comfortable dress.

She could rally against the change, the suddenness of it, but what is the point in being angry? She could not go back to who she was before this dream, so she may as well embrace it. Perhaps she could do some good with it, if it really was something gifted to her.

"What of you?" Did he have strange dreams? Was he immune to the cold? Perhaps she simply stopped feeling and it wasn't so much a gift at all.