Mr. Tybalt did really seem to be struggling, Caroline decided, watching as the tree pulled him further into its embrace and his feet slipped as he tried to find purchase on the ice. She eyed the situation warily, hoping that like most men he’d brush her off and she could go on her way. Of course Mr. Tybalt had yet to demonstrate being most men and he did not disappoint on that front again.

Caroline almost sighed as he agreed to her help, but instead she surveyed the tree looking for someway to help him. Clearly she wasn’t going to risk ruining her dress in the pine needles just to help a deranged man. But perhaps a charm might help. “Very well.” She acquiesced, fishing her wand out of a hidden pocket in her skirts Caroline pointed at the ground with a frown. She hated to undo all the hotel’s good work, but surely they wouldn’t notice a small patch of ground returned to its normal state. She cast a charm to melt a small section of ice under his skates until the wood floor could be seen beneath it. Shame his skates would likely ruin it.

“Try now.” She instructed cooly, her gaze no less friendly. She couldn’t help but to add, “Perhaps if you struggle less the branches might let you go.” She was definitely judging him for his predicament and didn’t particularly care about being civil. At least she’d offered to help him. That should be enough.