"Meaning me, I suppose." He gives a sigh and shifts his robe and swords. The reservoir is cold and the swords are a placed awkwardly for the moment. Maybe he should have changed before hand.

No. The matter at hand was too important. "The reason I am fussing, " he said, "Is that I am concerned that all this winter someone, or something, has been deliberately and cleverly arranging situations to put you most at risk. Look at the places you've been called to, and how there are always more Dead than there reported and more dangerous creatures - "