Ah, yes, it would indeed seem like their journey was at an end. As closing words were exchanged between mare and stallion, she stood at the border of civilization and wilderness. Willoughby listened to Galileo's words as per habit, absorbing them, noticing he hesitate at the end. She was flattered she was almost akin to his sibling, bowing her head bashfully at the comparison.
“I never try to be a stranger” she proclaims with a giggle, but she knew what he meant. Fleeting encounters like this did not give merit sometimes. She would never see most of the people she had met again. Strange, but terribly mortal. Life was fleeting. “but you said you lurk around the canyon, so I'll definitely be by again.”
She grins at him, recalling the ogre and bridge talk. “At least you can say someone seeks you out then, yes?” she teases him gently, and if he was close by she would have prodded his shoulder. As it was, he stood before her. Taller than any man or woman she had encountered, truly. “unless you don't want me to?”
Willoughby adds this also in jest, moving around him to seek the streets of Solterra. She remarks quietly that he doesn't seem to be limping, so that was good. Giving a nod to the man as she passes him, she walks off. She doesn't even give him time to reply to her little tease, as if nothing needed to be said between them. That he actually did want her to seek him out. / EXIT
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