[ When he looks at her like that it makes warmth flood through her, coming straight from her heart. Sometimes she thinks she should and could tell him everything she meant to on Trenzelore, and right now, looking at her like this, she nearly does.

But then he moves on to boredom. Her eyes take in the scarf again, and she bites back the urge to stand, reach up, and smooth it out the way she used to straighten his bowties. ]

At least nothing awful is happening. Yet. I dunno, maybe it will, but I weirdly like this. It's time with you that isn't running, and it's different.

[ She does know it's hard for him though, so she adds: ]

I'll wander with you anywhere you want, promise.