Ruli wrinkled his nose at the offer. "You mean you don't just toss people into the snow here?" He asked sarcastically. "Maybe. Does sound like it'll help." He had to admit. Ice had never been a thing they had a large abundance of in Ziad, and now, in Úvano, they had access to it but had thrived so long without they rarely bothered. Envy had always resorted to a poultice of his creation that created a cool feeling on the flesh for such injuries. "We're not used to having ice back home, we used a, uh. Lignocane and comfrey? In a poultice." Now that he wasn't in the thick of the battle, his adrenaline waning, Ruli was beginning to realize he was drained. So much energy spent in such little time. How Ed and his soldiers, Narda included, had been out there for so much longer, and still expected to keep going, was beyond Ruli at the moment. 

He rubbed at his face, listening to them answer his question about the monstrous dolls, and spiral into talk about this Red Tower. It seemed likely to him that the Gemini were targeting this tower, if indeed it had ties to Paladins and Kire's power. While he had no idea, the name itself, 'Red Tower', screamed bloodshed, and it would draw all sorts of focus in the blood magic arts that drew the Gemini. 

"Mm. Yeah, I could eat, if you're offering." Ruli admitted. "No wine, though, thank you." No need to add a slight inebriated state to his current fatigued one. "Why the name? Red Tower?" He wondered. "Blood magic? Colour of the stone? Bloody history?"