Maine can't help the way his eyes continue searching Carolina's face, taking in what seems impossible: it looks like years have passed for her. Years! But how could that be possible? Sure, they're in some magic world, but—

She laughs, smiles. Smiles, like she just won some prize. Maine's racing thoughts immediately calm. If Carolina is laughing, the situation can't be dire. They've got time to figure it out.

He nods; she's okay. Now it's his turn.

"Uninjured," he starts. "Arrived today. Armor's in assigned room. Good condition. Weapons, too."

Except his pistol; he touches his belt where it's strapped at his waist, wordlessly indicating that he's armed. It would be foolish to be otherwise.

"Told I'm a 'Winter.' Water, ice magic." A pause. "This world's under siege. Will have to fight."

So he's been researching, looking into resources available to newcomers. Figuring out where to begin.