[ Her eyes move toward her Carrier, cavorting around and pouncing on an imagined shadow on the ice. Or perhaps a real one; fish did survive under frozen surfaces, she's heard. Wouldn't that be curious to see?

At length, having fallen into a complimentary snail's pace, she breathes out in a "ooph" of exertion and rests a hand on her waist. ]

Would you mind helping escort this old lady onward? I believe our next location is not much further than the corner, but it does feel much further.

[ She gives him a soft smile, looking faintly embarrassed. Likewise, she hesitantly offers her arm. Will you help the old goat lady cross the canal, Rory? (...) AD has disappeared around the corner for now. ]

There is much physical training I shall have to endure if I am to keep up with so many young people when we are sent out into the field.