... Well. That could be a problem. Ah, well, at least these snow goons made good target practice. And that was how Lia ended up out here transformed in the cold. This was maybe a touch ill-advised, but at least her magic could protect her to a point.

(And she's taking breaks to warm up inside anyway, it's fine.)

In her trying to wreck some snow monsters, she wandered close enough to hear Henry's question and snorted. "I mean, this school's got a bunch of kids who grew up either in the Outlands or otherwise around magic... Not everyone of course, but it's enough of the population to be kind of weird. And sometimes the worse ideas get enabled." She paused. "... You wanna continue this conversation after I've taken care of this thing?" She jabs her thumb in the direction of the snow-dragon.