[ You forget, grand sire de rolo, this is what you employed her services for! It's the hired help's duty to stand guard, and to plan and make arrangements to address when things change. Unplanned snow storms can't be helped, of course, but there's certainly no further need for Percy to worry that she'll be turning into a Vex-Icicle (Vexicle?) - she's content to stay where she is, warm and in his arms.

There's a throaty laugh in reply to his gratitude, and she tugs the coat a little higher, trying not to hold her breath as his arms settle about her shoulders. Were this any other time and they were anyone but themselves (or even (especially) their true selves) this could be considered quite romantic.

Such a damned shame she's getting paid for this..

Tucking in her chin so it settles against the fur lining, she hides a grin as he settles himself behind her. ]

I'm nothing if not thorough about the details. Though I admit, now we have all this time, I am a little curious about the purpose of your trip. It's not every day that someone.. [of your rank and station] ..city-dwelling likes to come out this far.

[ He shifts, and she can feel the press of his forehead to her shoulder; the soft white locks brush along her ear, and she can't quite help the smile her grin shifts into. ]

No promises, but I will try and help thaw you out.. [shoulder shifts a little - not away, but to be more comfortable for the both of them] Although, given your spectacles are made of metal, perhaps you should tuck those away safely. Wouldn't want them to free to your face.