If he had decided to throw snowballs at her, it would have been open warfare. Fingers grasp at the sturdy metal lamppost, cold biting through the leather of her gloves as she clings to it for dear life, scared to go skittering down the icy path again.

"Fast things in the sky or in space, not on the ground-!" Her face is a pale green, from fear or nausea she's not sure. But Ezra... Ezra's having fun.

She's missed that smile.

"... If I could keep my feet a little more steady. Teach me."