Witch's Marsh please let me blaze

All she could offer at first was a soft nod at his words. That was what she meant and she wondered if he knew that or if he needed clarification on the words. Then he continued on. It seemed she had communicated clear enough for him.

Yes. Travel, you and I. Gleipnir and Sakh. A faint smile would mark her face as she wondered what might be thinking about her offer. Did he find her foolish perhaps? Such a humbling thought.