Josh stops pushing at the snow while Reynard talks, doing his best to listen to every line of the riddle. It's a good distraction from the cold and his discomfort at any rate. Helping him from devolving into angry swearing and flailing too.

"A measure against misadventure is the line that's throwing me. The rest of it sounds like it'd be a no brainer. Your arms. They house your hands which have five fingers, carve rocks, and you're born with 'em. But they don't exactly stop misadventure, unless you're talking about catching yourself on like a ledge or something."