[For a brief, uncomfortable moment, Kyrie has the distinct impression she's being sized up for something. Vergil studies her face and she looks back, frowning questioningly as he tucks away his... phone, perhaps? Before she knows it, he's taking his glove off and pressing the back of his hand against his forehead and Kyrie is so taken aback she's not quite sure what to do or think until he states his intentions.]

I- thank you?

[He moves away towards the vendors and she raises her own hand to her brow, but her fingers are so cold anything would feel warm to her at this precise moment. Does she look sick? That's certainly not going to help him form a positive impression of her if she goes down with a fever just from wandering around in the snow for a few hours.

The fact she's in summer clothing beneath this coat is neither here nor there.

Vergil returns with soup and tea and the way that Kyrie's stomach responds hungrily to the smell makes her realise just how long it's been since she's eaten. She gratefully takes the offered spoon and smiles conspiratorially. She might be coming down with something but it hasn't affected her spirit.]

I hope you realise that I fully intend to repay you for everything you've done for me today and that generally means baked goods, I'm afraid.