"Let's," agrees Cameron, offering her his arm as they start for the stairs. At least the weather seems to be holding, the skies still clear and no sign of snow, which he's hoping will last; he wants tonight to be perfect to the last detail, and that's one of the few over which he has no control at all. He's half-convinced it'll start snowing just to spite him. What he can keep an eye on, though, he means to. She deserves the best, and though the island falls short of his own standards for that, he'll come as close to it as he can for her. "Do you want me to take those for you?"