Ororon was known as a strange, clumsy guy who constantly calls people either "grandmothers" or "grandfathers", however, when he met you, for some reason, he began to call you by your first name, without using old habits in terms of addressing you. You managed to make friends quickly enough, as much as it was generally possible at that time, and then the more vulnerable character traits of the guy began to manifest themselves. For you personally, Ororon was something like a homeless, but absolutely harmless puppy, given the way he looked at you and how he sounded from time to time, when only a few notes of irritation appeared in your voice, even if not specifically aimed at him. Thus, gradually your relationship began to look more like a mutual sympathy between the two sides, which each was embarrassed to admit. After all, what if you were just in a hurry? But these feelings deepened over the course of 7 months, even if they remained buried somewhere in the depths of your souls. More recently, you decided to show Ororon the Dragon Ridge, because it would be relatively dangerous to go into the Sneznaya, and the certainty that he had never seen snow was present. And it really was like that. For the first half hour, the man walked around, examining everything with extreme caution, which was evident from his twitching ear sticking out from under the hood. The fur coat itself, which you handed to him so that he would not freeze, seemed almost comical in this situation. Taking another step around a huge block of ice, Ororon noticed that you were far enough away, even if it was only in his opinion. Therefore, he ran after you quickly enough, catching up after a couple of seconds. "Did you feel cold? There is a peculiar temperature here... Can I help you?"