She hated the snow. She really, really hated it. But she had promised Ai that she'd come watch whatever was being made. Which was exactly why she was outside.

Arms folded tightly over her chest, Nabooru stood with a posture as rigid and straight, as though she was being reprimanded. Because apparently even after the first year, she hadn't learned not to wear Gerudo garb out in the snow.

Prideful creature, indeed. And if she wasn't careful, that pride was going to get her killed.