The light snow was bad enough, this storm is intolerable.

[She's huffing lightly from the prolonged exertion as she speaks.]

The cold interferes with my bending, the snow makes everything wet, stray emotions set off reactions here, and the cold is going to trap us inside at this rate if I don't prevent it.

[For some reason, the thought of that... isolation... was deeply upsetting.]

As such, I will continue to keep the path clear.

[... Try not to examine too deeply why her first priority was to ensure that she had a path to his door. Probably not important.]