His expression turns from hopeful concern to a grimace. That…was a factor, just not the answer he’d been hoping for.

“I over heard others talking, and I…well, if it were just ice, I might be fine, but the fast carriages- cars- they’re too loud. But snow muffled sounds so I’d hoped…” He sighs and pulls together a gentle smile instead. “I don’t like feeling useless when others are in danger. If there’s anything at all I could do or a way to get safely over there..?”