Rosethorn wonders if the rooming assignments are being manipulated. Surely the captains know more about their crew than she had assumed and are having a laugh at her expense. Another young mage, this one with more control of his powers... and probably less control of his emotions.

"You're not going to freeze," Rosethorn informs him tartly. "That's what the wards are for. Do you have the self control to keep your own magic to yourself, or should I set up wards to keep your power on your own side of the room too?"

It seems more and more sensible not to keep plants in her room, even if she could get her hands on some of the sort of lights that keep them alive in the garden. Two people affecting the temperature.