[Never one to endure things quietly (or to do anything quietly--man, he sure is a talker), Alfyn's been audibly shivering for a while now, hands jammed in his armpits and teeth chattering against the wind, even bundled as he is in his bulky cold-weather clothes.]

Oh, for s-s-sure.

[Still, he puts on a reassuring grin for them.]

As soon as the s-sun goes down, the te-temperature's gonna drop like a stone, and I won't be able to keep w-walking like this. I was just gonna suggest we look for shelter. Th-that all right with you?