"Ummm... Shovel Knight?" He turns around, white snow falling from the top of his helm down the ridges of his bright blue armour. He seems completely unphased. "Heh. Nevermind..." He tilts his head for a moment, confused, but he then turns around, marching ever still through the snow despite his size. I can't even see his legs, making me chuckle. He turns back around, crossing his arms while some snow gets into his armour, making him frantically brush the snow off of himself. He's really silly sometimes. "Hey, um... This snow storms pretty bad, Shove. How about we camp here. I'm sure the treasure won't miss us that much." He nods, his helm squeaking as he does. He immediately darts towards the nearest tree, smacking his shovel against it with as much force as he can, but I notice that he isn't feeling too great. He's hiding it, but he's cold. He smacks the tree again as I walk towards him, and I clamp onto the rim of my bright red shield. He looks back at me, startled as I raise the shield above him. "This should help with the snowfall." He smiles under his helm, excitedly slicing the tree in two! It falls toward us but he grabs onto it, pushing it the other way. "You know, Shove? You're stronger than you look." I gently bump on the top of his helmet, and he gets a little agitated to it, but he begins to chop the wood of the tree anyway. "Can I help somehow?" He shakes his head, putting a hand out to say that he doesn't need it. Its awful strange, but he doesn't like to tell people the fact that he's mute. I guess he just likes people to think he's the strong silent type. At the same time, I'm probably the most open he's ever been with someone. At least in the time I've known him. Suddenly in my daze, he hands me a log. "I can carry more." He shakes his head again in a fuss, carrying about six in his two arms alone. I can tell he's struggling, because his walk is more than just a little wobbly in the heavy snow. Before I can do anything, he falls flat on his face! I hurry to him, and try to help him up as he is slowly buried into the snow. I manage to pull him up, but his armor is heavy. He shivers, his armor rumbling as the logs practically get swallowed by the snow. He goes to reach for one of them, but I grab his arm and pull him back to me. He looks at me in shock, like I did something wrong? "What is it? We can get them later, but its just a bit too extreme. Things are getting harder and harder for you because of your hight." His face goes dim to that, but I continue on. "Its okay, Shove. Maybe if we just keep traveling it will be okay. I think I see a windmill in the distance." I point my red gauntlet toward what seems to be a windmill atop a hill. He nods relentingly, his head down as he tries to walk away from me towards the mill. I let go of his arm, following him slowly behind.