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While he wants to read a sorrow into the answer that is much like his own, he decided not to dwell on it for now and accept it in stride with a knowing nod. He wanted to come back too, even without knowing where to exactly. The Keep? The Hollow? Somewhere. Instead, he is somehow relieved that they are aligning similarly so well. This made it easier, plus he can be encouraged by it--wondering if this is quite so mutual so soon.

Silas doesn't know what the road ahead will have in store for him once this rain lets up. But first things first. Food. He couldn't think straight, let alone plan a course for his days to come and how that may now involve another. He had to focus on this first. The tracker in him needed to shine now more than ever, despite being so muddled by travel and anxiety leading him to here.

He finally got a whiff of something earnest and took to a hopeful course with her towards what he hoped could be success for them both. Now, and also in days to follow.