[It's not really until they're outside that Kazuha looks up at him again, their fingers entwining. His lips curl in a small smile, and the concern makes him giggle a little, his head dipping and a puff of steam leaving his mouth in the cold air.]

Yes, it is cold, but it helps invigorate the spirit some. Some fresh air.

[Despite the fact that this is Diluc's home, Kazuha leads the taller man on a slow walk through his garden. There isn't too much to see at this time of year, but the samurai seems to take pleasure in it anyway, settling into a low hum as he leads him around the house.

He looks up at Diluc again, his ruby eyes focusing on the taller man's own. Kazuha fits against him, leaning in.]

Your heart is burdened by sad memories. Let me try and lighten it. Tell me a little about your father. What is his name?