Bearclaw Valley remember me,

With his gaze softening, there was the faintest of smiles tugging at the corners of his lips. He studied her for a moment, letting her words settle between them, their weight understood and appreciated.
I’ve got nothin’ but time, he replied, his voice a quiet rumble of reassurance. His amber eyes held hers, steady and warm, conveying a patience that seemed infinite. Ain’t no rush, Nephele. You take the time you need.
He leaned back slightly, his posture relaxed, as if to give her the space she sought without retreating entirely. Then, with a slight tilt of his head and a playful edge to his tone, he added, ’Course, when you’re ready... we can call it a date. Just you, me, and the big ol’ valley to roam.
There was no pressure in his words, only a genuine offer wrapped in the comfort of his presence.