Flandre's wings flick again, pleased he at least seemed to know what country it was in. She looks back at him when he stopped, inclining her head a little--but even before she finished that motion he was moving again. Maybe he was just thinking.

"It is! Now is a bit too cold to be swimming in it, though," she laughs a little, mostly to herself at some personal joke.

They were at an intersection between hallways now; the library was in one direction, the stairs straight ahead, and some of the faculty offices and classrooms to the left.