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She uttered her “you're welcome” in a whisper so soft that Arturo almost missed it. Would have missed it, likely, would he not have been paying attention. “No, it is not far,” Arturo confirmed for her with a slight shake of his head. It was much closer to the Depths than Two Rivers Isle had been and for that there was a silver lining to him having abandoned the idea of conquering the Isle he'd originally wanted. His patience had rewarded him and Arturo was happy with Ravensblood Forest. He regarded her question of making the trip to and fro by herself. Naturally, the paternal part of him wanted to say that she should take an escort with her — and perhaps he would slip in the suggestion — but also he realized it was important to allow her, her independence as well. The struggle was a familiar one. A little nostalgic, perhaps, but all too familiar. “Once you know the route I don't see why you can't make the trip by yourself, but perhaps the first couple times you should have an adult escort you, just in case.” He offered the compromise, leaving it open to hear any suggestion she might have had on the matter. Or flat out refusal. Devin had been his most stubborn and his most independent and Arturo found himself expecting the refusal.

“I will hide it for you.” He murmured in promise. He blinked down at her when she tried to decide when she wanted him to release her from Donnelaith's guardianship and take her into his own. “Which do you want, Chusi? Do you want me to return tomorrow for you? Or would you like an extra day with the bard?” He inquired of her, wanting her to make the decision for herself.