I can tolerate extremes in excess of human tolerances, but I prefer cold to heat. In the heat of the desert, for example, I think I’d go mad rather swiftly. In the cold, I feel numb, and while I may take leave of my senses, I never feel particularly far from them. I can wade through snow withoutill effect. Sit in it without a coat. I can be hurt by it, but it doesn’t bother my waking mind, if that makes sense.
Nothing much does, to be fair.
You know that human compulsion, when cold or in pain or other threatening extremes, to escape them? Humans dodge out of cold at high speed, will act without conscious thought if innenoigh pain? I don’t have that. Pain hurts, yes, but I think around it. Even when I let go of myself and allow the Huggry One to be in charge, that is still me, and it is still not bothered by pain. In fact, it’s less bothered by pain than I am. This is why it’s never wise to try to hurt one of us. You can’t. You can only immobilize us and hope we don’t hold a grudge.
I don’t know how to explain it any better than that. These things don’t have words. Humans only invented phrases for things they experience.