The cold takes him entirely by surprise, and he collapses to one knee, holding tightly to his clothes— which are doing a poor job indeed of retaining any warmth. It can't be help seeing as they had become so soaked with rain, else they may have stood a chance against the sudden blizzard. His breath has become visible at once, an indicator of just how low the temperature has fallen. The water droplets upon his skin harden at once into tiny ice crystals that nip at his skin, causing enough of a sharp pain to induce a headache. He is really, terribly, tremendously weak to the cold.

The complete and sudden change of the weather hits him so fast, but he knows that he must press on towards the building, no matter how much he finds it difficult to move. He starts to push himself upright when he hears a voice asking if he needs help— a voice, he might add, that sounds equally as distressed about this situation as himself. Upon inspection, it's a young boy, certainly younger than Alphinaud, and while he appreciates the kindness, there is a tinge of disappointment in himself to have shown such a disgraceful appearance to one he ought to be leading by example.

"I shall be fine," he nods firmly, with a smile that backs up his claim. Still clutching at his upper arms, he gets back on his feet and nods his head towards the entrance of the building. "Come! We mustn't tarry here or we're like to catch a terrible cold, or worse."