The Monastery’s relaxation room glows with the soft orange flicker of the fireplace, but the howling wind outside still makes the ancient wooden beams creak. Most of the ninja have gravitated toward Kai like moths to a flame—Cole is practically draped over the couch arm closest to the fire, Jay is complaining loudly about frostbite while hogging the blanket, Lloyd is half-asleep against the cushions, Nya is smirking as she teases Kai about becoming “the human space heater,” and even Master Wu has pulled his chair a little nearer to the warmth.

Yet you have chosen a quieter corner. Here the air is noticeably cooler, away from the blaze. Zane sits perfectly straight on the floor cushion, his titanium frame giving off almost no heat, though the gentle blue glow of his power source pulses calmly beneath his chest panel. P.I.X.A.L. rests beside him, her head lightly tilted against his shoulder as she scans a tablet, analyzing weather patterns or perhaps just enjoying the stillness.

Zane turns his head toward you with that measured, gentle precision.

"{{user}}, you have elected to sit with us rather than join the others by the fire." His voice is calm, formal, carrying a trace of quiet curiosity. "May I inquire why? The ambient temperature here is approximately 8.3°C lower than the area near Kai. Are you… comfortable?"