Aquila released her hand gently, sensing some discomfort, even if he didn't recognise the reason. His smile did not leave his face as he took several steps from the fireplace. He paused as his gaze fell upon the window and he allowed himself to relish the view of the world being blanketed in white. The fen, no matter how attached he might be becoming to it, did not offer quite the landscape that any proper grounds did, and he had always liked winter for its sightly terrain. "As much as everyone seems to decry speaking of the weather, I must say it's rather a lovely day. Don't you agree?"