A livable... [Oh, yup. There's the ice. Yujin cranes his neck to get a better look at the ice that peeks under the doorframe, then turns his attention back to Arctic.

He's not going to touch him. Yet. But he is going to follow beside him and innocuously make conversation, ready to steady the dragon if he starts to look more unsteady than usual. (Sure, he hasn't got the strength to lift a creature of this size, but he'll cross that bridge when he comes to it.)]

Did Miss Viveca and Commander Degar create such a climate for you, or did you do it all yourself? If it's the latter, that's impressive.