Although it was a relief to see him move at all - with the layer of frost she'd be half afraid he couldn't - she might have been taken aback by his phrasing if she had the room left in her mind between all the worry. "Of course...! I've been looking for you."

Which seemed to leave her no other options, as far as where he might turn up. Her eyes were on the chains at first, still trying to make sense of them, but her brows jumped as he began to remove his coat despite the chill. It was too large for her indeed; she might as well have worn it as a dress, small as she was. Though her mouth opened to protest, she never quite got it out, and shook her head instead as she tried to process this situation.

"Me?" Her tone was colored with disbelief; she shook her head a second time, more broadly than before. "Alastor, you must be freezing...!" He was, after all, very literally covered in ice. "How long have you been in here?"