[Protection spell aside, Phil is looking absolutely and utterly miserable even with his multiple layers of clothing. The cold of the North is bone-chilling, and Phil struggles with cold temperatures even at the best of times; he's got his arms wrapped around himself, visibly shivering. It takes him a moment to notice that he's even being spoken to.]
Oh... y-yes, if you wouldn't mind. I can't seem to concentrate when it's this cold...
[It's a lie, of course, but a perfectly plausible one under the circumstances. The weather is bitter, and Phil is struggling to keep himself distracted from the fact that he feels as though he's going to freeze into solid ice at any moment.]
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Oh... y-yes, if you wouldn't mind. I can't seem to concentrate when it's this cold...
[It's a lie, of course, but a perfectly plausible one under the circumstances. The weather is bitter, and Phil is struggling to keep himself distracted from the fact that he feels as though he's going to freeze into solid ice at any moment.]