[ There's something childlike to her that continues to wear on his grief and hardened heart. It, like the warmth of the mages magic, helps him momentarily forget that they've been ripped from their galaxies. Whether or not she realizes it, her cold feet provides a welcome distraction and there's another soft chuckle form him as he slips the shoes onto her wiggling toes. ]

That would make two of us.

[ Dancing rarely happened on Ferrix and when it did it was always done in a somewhat joking manner - at least that was the case for Cassian. It was always a device to embarrass Maarva, Brasso or Bix if they were on speaking terms and he hadn't done something to annoy her. Another pang threatens to grip his heart tight when he's brought back to that snowy courtyard by the sound of River's voice as she offers him a name to her face.

The corners of his eyes crinkle slightly as he straightens up, brushing off whatever snow clings to his pants. ]

There's nothing worse than arriving somewhere with cold feet. I can give you tour – [ The mages hover nearby and he casts another glance towards them. ] if that's fine with our hosts and with you.

[ For some reason the offer brings about a wave of sheepishness. He lets out a breath, an almost hurried – ]

I'll know enough not to get so lost but not enough that it will be boring.