Miles smirked in a very self-satisfied way. "Well you don't think a manor house like this doesn't have something to offer in the way of grounds? This is Cornwall, what better than a bit of beach?" He didn't deny he was trying to impress her.
He rubbed at her shoulders, but not before summoning his own cloak, just in case she would need it. "I'm just glad to see you're eating again," he admitted softly, looking down at her pale frame as she hopped on the back of his broom.
Her small arms wrapped tightly around his waist. He took off slowly on the broom, at about the same speed he started Liam on when he first took him flying (of course now Liam wanted to go higher, and faster, and Miles was certainly not going to say no to such requests from his son).
He stayed low to the ground, going slowly enough that Daphne could enjoy the sun on her face and wind in her hair. It took only a few minutes to cross the small cliff that marked the edge of the beach, and he flew straight out. He took a slow turn and they descended carefully to the strip of sand beneath them, allowing Daphne to alight carefully
"Here we are, our own little beach." There was little surf on this side of the coast, but the sound of the water lapping the edges of the sand was soothing, as was the sound of the few seagulls that flew overhead.
Miles had spent a lot of time as a child flying over the edge of that cliff and dive-bombing the beach, but today, he'd stick to taking it slowly, for Daphne's sake.