On being offered the other chair, Enoch gratefully accepts it, sinking in to what little warmth it will provide once he's heated it some. Speaking of heating, he casts a long look at the fireplace, wondering if starting a fire would be a good idea now. Would it be rude to have a fire in the presence of a...tree-person?

He settles on the side of caution, wrapping his cloak tightly around himself, curling up on the chair to tuck his numbed feet under his body. Normally he wouldn't be caught in such a position, preferring to keep good posture, but good posture just isn't warm enough.

"I'm sorry. I can't imagine that's something you don't hear often." About the language thing, he means. "The devices given to us here have a notepad on them; perhaps you can use that to speak with others more effectively?"

He has no idea he's being insulting, he just assumes it's like Armaros where he is incapable of speaking proper words for some reason.