"John, where are we going?" She shouldered moonlight up in front of John's horse just in time to see they approached the frozen pond that the pages had spent so much time in. "Oh no, no John, this is just tempting the trickster. You know what happened last time I tried to skate."
"And therefore, I won't let you out of my sight." He smiled down at her; he always smiled down at her, considering the height difference.
"No John, I don't think… I mean.."
"Trust me." With little room to argue, she found herself on the ice minutes later. He guided her, keeping a hand in hers. As time went on, she was able to balance more easily. She grew comfortable, though she never released John's hand. They had all together too little time by themselves. Ice-skating wasn't so bad, so long as the ice is solid.