She sticks to her word until the wind stops its howling, until the fire mellows down into fine embers. Then, as if bidden by the agony of how he remains detached and staring into the storm, she comes to him.
"I'm not going to ride in this weather," she announces abruptly, closer to him than he had anticipated. Seo turns just in time to see the writhing look Seol gives Oh An Ah, who tactfully resigns herself to tend to the fire. Seo shrugs.
"I wouldn't expect you to," he says, turning back to survey the weather. Snow lies thick on the ground, grown over the night to reach their knees. "Your Woo is too delicate to weather this kind of snow, mama. You may ride with me." Silver eyes dart towards her cautiously. "If it pleases you."
"It doesn't please me." She snorts and huffs. "I don't enjoy being treated as chattel that you may carry as you wish - General Kang."
