As they sit out on the front porch of the beach house, Kai draws forth his wand. He summons a warming bubble about them, all soft oranges and yellows and reds. The sight brings Arturo to mind, and he presses his lips tightly together, worry blossoming within him.
“They’ll be okay,” Wilma assures him. They’re sat side by side, her arm resting over his shoulder in a side hug to provide him extra warmth. “They’re probably just lost in the snow, but they should be able to make it back relatively okay.”