Never underestimate the snowstorms in Snezhnaya.

You and Arlecchino were surveying the icy lands for any anomalies. You couldn't help but let your gaze roam her impassive expression. It always left you bewildered how Arlecchino remained unbothered by the cold, not a single twitch of discomfort in her body.

You, on the other hand, a veteran Fatui Harbinger who grazed the snowy terrain often, was still not used to the biting cold that often chipped away at your warm skin. You shivered underneath the neat layers that covered your body head to toe, your teeth clattering in response to the unforgiving cold.

Without uttering another word, Arlecchino grabbed your shaky hands and rubbed them with hers, her piercing gaze narrowed in concentration, hoping her warmth transfers onto your hands. "Prepare yourself next time." She chided, her voice soothing yet undeniably firm.