Give him some credit, Goddessmom. While he felt a bit of comfort that Stabmom at least looked to be a similar level of annoyed, he hadn't yet voiced any of his irritation at the whining and doesn't plan to. Instead he crossed his arms under the blanket, careful of his movements so that Lydia didn't accidentally slip or claw at his skin and hair to keep hold.

"That's... one way to put it," he stated, not quite sure if that was an accurate guess or not. "Our mode of transportation crashed. Next thing we knew we were waking up in the snow without a scratch." And that was all he planned on saying about it unless pressed further. He was far more interested in this Archfiend and their giant robot. If push came to shove, he'd at least be able to transport everyone back here with his Corridors.