"...I suppose I am," Jade admits. He'd brush the snow off his shoulders himself, but that'd be pointless, right now. It'll just pile up again.

He breathes, slowly, trying to at least yank his ether back down to reasonable levels; which might still be absurdly high, but if he can get back to "not snowing", he'd settle. He watches Asch's little trick, finding himself delightedly surprised. He's never thought to do anything with falling snow before, other than the practical things. He watches for a few moments, mesmerized, and... it's such a small, silly thing. But somehow that settles him enough it does stop snowing.

(Of course Jade snapped to fondness so quickly - blades are built to be in resonance, after all, even if Jade is on the "wrong" end.)

The question makes him hesitate - but it's never a question that needed asked, between him and Mythra. Jade swallows.

"Don't feel like you have to," he says, because being the driver who doesn't let his blade out of his sight makes his skin crawl. Still, he knows better than to not be honest. "...but I would appreciate it, at least for now."