A normal person would have been red in the face, and perhaps crying at getting snow rubbed in their face, but to Vedette it was home. Snow was home. Ice was home.
"Who? Your sister." She kept trying to whisper, tailing after him. She grabbed his arm to spin him around.
"I was doing much worse than that. She'd forbade me to see you. Why do you think I've been everywhere but around?" Did he not notice?