Jack turns at that, seeming to read into the words and settled into a crouch so he was at her eye level.

"Protect your sister from this," he corrects, laying a hand on the ice railing and his touch causing a fresh burst of patterning frost to skate over its surface. While he didn't know what had happened, there were some things he could infer from the way she'd spoken in her introduction post and how she'd sounded when talking about her sister.

"The ice, not from you. Just because this is something you can do doesn't make it the whole of who you are."