"Of course!" Romilda said with a grin. "Though I'm hoping you're not going to hurt yourself, obviously. Here, I'll demonstrate first."
She moved onto the ice, taking a few easy strides to show him how his feet were supposed move. Then she positioned herself in front of him and held out her hands so he could hold on to her while he skated forward and she moved backward. Romilda had been skating on frozen ponds and lakes with her cousins since before she'd even figured out how to tie the skates herself, and had felt perfectly comfortable on the ice for years. The other thing she was good at, thankfully, was helping people. She might have been tiny, but she was stronger than she looked, and she also possessed the cheerleading qualities necessary (or perhaps not necessary, but hopefully welcome all the same) to get him ready to go. Pun optimistically intended.
"You can do it," she assured him, cheeks now flushed as pink as the little bob on the top of her white hat and the edging on her white pea coat. "I believe in you, darling snowflake!"