Grouse Thicket roll for initiative

He made to redirect her attention and so she humored him. Gaze drifting upward, she looked to the sky--a view she found herself more raptly in love with after her brief stint in the thick foliage of bramble and thorns.

So it will, she agreed quietly, sidestepping from him then. His intent seemed to drift toward words and conversation that would bring this interlude to an end--and she would not hold him back from where he wished to be.

Thank you for the meal and good humor, she offered, the flash of a smile given before she looked back to the thicket.