[The lingering feeling of isolation remains with Ramsay for just a second, along with the cold-- something that he thought he was more than familiar with, but there's something disconcerting about it. The feeling isn't just cold, but something more that he doesn't really want to delve into further. It's gone now though and so the lord brushes it off, walking forward so he's by Peter's side.]

Sharing my own peace? Well, why not! It might include more alcohol than you'd prefer, but we can't be choosey in these times.

[He has no allies here, not that he knows of, so best to just make tentative friends for the time being. Besides, having a modern man around might be useful.]