Winter took his silence at face value-- sometimes, she found, as wise as he could be... or as worldly as he was, Gareth just seemed to lack the words when they talked like this. But it didn't bother her, in fact, she took it to simply be how he was. Another part of him, charming as the rest. She smiled as she leaned in, hand slipping from his and easing up his arm before she tugged him into a hug. Perhaps unaware of their spectators, or perhaps she did not care. She held him tight, the squeeze brief before she pulled back, leaving the faint scent of wildflowers behind.

"I do look forward to learning so much more, together." She admitted openly, allowing her hand to slide back to his. Savoring the contact that she had longed for since she left home. Warm and close to her heart. Of course, it didn't last long, a clearing of the throat behind her was all too obviously her Fathers. Turning her head she huffed a little at his scowl; but fortunately, they didn't say much, even if it was hard to miss his lingering glance at their hands.

That said, it seemed her Mother's smile was a match to her own-- bright and full of life, and enough to make Winter smile. Eira was always better at moving on from awkward situations than any other in the family; her Father and eldest brother especially. "I was thinking of showing Gareth the younglings, since we have much time and he's always seemed quite interested in our kind." And the words were in earnest, even if they'd be awkward to anyone else.