A run for it—? Alphinaud is surprised anew by this bold plan, though with the rate of change in the air, it is rather sound. He nods firmly, eyebrows narrowing with determination, and he prepares to sprint alongside his new companion.

"Yes! Please do be careful!" he warns as he looks ahead, analyzing the path— a difficult task as the wind has become so fierce. He waits for the young boy to begin his dash before starting his own, and together they race for the finish line.

The air bites back with all of its strength as he presses forward, but he does find moving to be preferable to when he was standing still. The thought of retreating into the warmth of the academy propels him forward, and he's nearly there when he smiles for it, but then...

His foot does catch a small patch of ice, and it happens too fast for him to have a chance to recover, landing face-first onto the cold, hard ground.