[Whether Eustace notices that sigh, he makes no motion about it. That question of want... He's not going to let his own preferences sway her. So he just remains expressionless while the dogs just bark and wag their tails, although at least a couple whine because they want her to staaaay they want to plaaaaay.]

Better leave before they start begging. I can...

[He actually starts to say that he'll walk her home, but then he stops and glances away.]

...I can clean up the rest until you get back. Watch where you step on the trail, the snow might have thickened and be deeper than it looks.