But you are fragile. ["And quite helpless", he almost wants to add, but... why would he want to say that when it's not even true? For someone so small, Ciel is capable. What a strangely mean impulse towards his little ward, of all people. Maybe he's just been a monster for too long. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
He strokes Ciel's hair once, affectionately.]
Would you want to catch a cold out here and have it turn into pneumonia? You can interview the staff and guests in the common room at the inn - once it darkens a child has no place being alone outside, anyway. [Leave that to creeps like him.]