Liranan trots out just ahead of Ysalwen, breaking through the snow with his relatively greater bulk.

Ysa, meanwhile, does start using her staff, muttering quietly even as she pulls her cloak a little more tightly around herself.

A faint haze springs up around her, because if there is anywhere you want elemental resistances, fumbling around in a blizzard is it.

Her hands are buzzing very faintly, and she lifts her head a little as if to try to see where it's coming from. It's a futile gesture in these conditions, but still.