Caspian had been out and about himself. After all, there was a certain university student he insisted on escorting back and forth to her classes. He had been on his way back from such an errand when he caught sight of the redhead (the hair was difficult to miss) and watched with not a little bemusement as she tried to handle the snow with bare hands.
The tall, dark Telmarine stepped around her discarded pile of powder and chuckled. "You would do well to wear gloves the next time, my lady."