[There's a brief furrowing of his brow as she suggests that he would have cold hands over carrying her shoes. It's a foolish reason considering his hands are unlikely to get colder carrying them versus being at his sides, but he ultimately accepts it with a slight nod before looking at the path ahead. Whatever her reasons may actually be, she clearly wants to do something under her own power rather than relying solely on him. Vergil can respect that, and he would not infringe upon her right to do as much. He glances at her again as she mentions the coat, but awkwardly, Vergil says nothing to it. Until it belatedly occurs to him that he's said nothing for a few moments now, and probably should attempt at least some light conversation.]

[He's just not particularly gifted when it comes to light conversation and small talk. He hates it, in fact. But Kyrie is obviously a talker much like his son and brother, so he may perhaps not say much before she carries the weight of the conversation all on her own.]

[Clearing his throat a little, he says,] You won't need the coat where we are going. Wintermute is perpetually like this. The only change it sees each season is how much sunlight is afforded each day. Epiphany is a much more mild climate and sees far more rain than it does snow even at the peak of winter.

[He glances at her again.]

Not that you could tell from our surroundings, but you just missed Nero's birthday.

[In other words, it's fully spring right now despite the feet upon feet of snow.]