( As Shealtiel takes this in, his eyes draw a slow line from the cleared path around his house to the cleared area around hers. And the clear path in between.

Hmm. )

Is being trapped inside really that bad?

( Well, like... alone, yes. Probably. He'd be sad, mope about for too long, get stuck in his head... He stands up from where he'd been leaning, folding his arms behind his back. )

Besides, it looks like the cold is already interfering with your bending. Maybe... you could come inside?