He tugged on his boots and tied them quickly, loping the laces once around his calf before knotting a neat bow. He gathered up his blanket, holding it about his shoulders, and followed after her, breath pluming white in the chill.

"I might have been remembering too," he murmured with a small, lopsided smile, "but no, not troubled. I only asked because you seemed sad and if I could help-- perhaps with talk and a stroll...." His head tipped, smile pleasant. "I'm happy to be of service."