Jack flutters up to Corse. "I agree, Corse. Time to work our magic, don't you think? And speaking of magic," he says, with a wide grin, "how's about I sprinkle some fairy dust on our yeti friend? It might make them more agreeable, and certainly it could help to make a tense mood more festive."
As they start making their way, Jack looks thoughtfully at the cave. His wings flicker, faintly shedding flurries of frosty stardust in his wake. "I do wonder, though," he muses with a whisper as they start to enter, "exactly how many humanoids does it take to sell fresh ice to a yeti? Surely, it can't be as hard as selling firewood to a dragon. Or, for that matter, selling seashells by the seashore to a showy swordfish!" He hushes into a low chuckle, a soft whisper of mirth against the frosty quiet of the cavern entrance.
Conscious of their need for stealth, Jack falls into a gentle hush as he follows closely behind Corse and the others, and the luminescent glow of Jack's fairy wings starts to dim, transforming to a subtle shimmer. As the vibrant colors of his wings begin to blend with the frosty hue of the caver, a chill yet colder than the ambient frost of the cavern still seems to envelop him.