"Nope." Ron smiled up at her as she sat - she looked warmer than he did, and it made him want to tug her in a little closer. Instead he leaned down to pick up a chip of wood, and toss it over the water, where it skipped dully along the ice and stopped. "Bloody depressing, actually. But at least it's quiet. Not so bad, if you don't get it in your head to go swimming." He found it harder to relax inside, though it was warmer there. Here he was further away from anything he or Hermione or Harry had to do, and though it was far past the point of pretending it wasn't there, it made for a little comfort, at least.