She nearly crashes into him, both for the snow blindness, but also the need for a brief burst of warmth to keep her going. It does feel rather a bit colder than it did when she'd started to head back. Deciding to simply thread her arm into Mr. Jarvis' for both guidance and warmth, she begins to tug him towards her next checkpoint.

"What possible errand would have dragged you out in this weather without any backup?" Says she, hypocritically, out on her own errand, without any backup, and also caught in the storm. "Quickly, now! I'll get you back to mine, where we can have a cup of tea!"