Frisk pauses and looks back.

There's just a bit of wind, just it's enough to sweep a sprinkling of snow across the floor.

"Oh." A little strange, but only for the chopping bit. Frisk just wanders when they can't sleep, but they suppose even a younger Kotetsu's a lot stronger than them. "D'you still want to? Or we can go do something else. Or I can go if you're tireder now," they offer.