Wild Berry Meadow Losing Time

So, at the very least he hadn't stuck a foot in his mouth, as far as he could tell.  Mark her down as a potential successful test of his ability to talk to people and not be dumb, huzzah!  It was probably about time to wrap things up before too much time passed.  Good to meet you, Feyre.  I'm Quixote, he said with a bow of his head.  At that point he stretched and got to his feet, not particularly rushed, I'm going to go finish the loop I was planning before the next storm shows up, so safe travels and good luck.  He'd wait for any final pleasantries, but assuming he wasn't stopped, he'd bow his head a second time and continue along the way he had been going.

A lot of things would be changing in the future and a lot was still uncertain -- their paths might cross again, or it might not and instead fate might take her elsewhere.  What was certain was that Quixote was lined up to be hit by a full set of plot wrenches in the not-too-distant future.