[As relieved as he is that Red is unharmed, for some reason his friend's words don't help with his icy condition--no, it causes Cilan to frown as he turns his attention to the ice covering his hand.]
... Mm. I didn't do anything. [...] But that's kind of the problem, isn't it?
[While the icicle spines coming out of his hand doesn't appear to be attempting to spread up the rest of him, they're not leaving yet either and the air around him has allowed a dark, almost purplish tinge to accompany it, though it's not clearly defined or taking shape yet.]
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... Mm. I didn't do anything. [...] But that's kind of the problem, isn't it?
[While the icicle spines coming out of his hand doesn't appear to be attempting to spread up the rest of him, they're not leaving yet either and the air around him has allowed a dark, almost purplish tinge to accompany it, though it's not clearly defined or taking shape yet.]